Soldato
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- 26 Aug 2003
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I'm now one of them, and I'm thoroughly ****ed off and ashamed of myself in equal measure.
Rough timeline is:
People start on a friend of mine in a club for no reason
They, and my friend, are thrown out
We go out to join him, and are on our way home when we see them
He's so angry he runs towards them
I'm scared for my friend
I knock some bloke about 8 feet across the high street, have my knee on his chest and my fist raised, then realise how stupid it is, it's christmas, and let him up
I tell him three times to leave it, we're all sticking up for our mates, let's go home
He doesn't leave it
I swing for him and miss
He smacks me in the mouth and scarpers, which doesn't even slow me down because at that point I was literally more angry than I've ever been
He runs like the wind, up a white van and over a fence and is gone
I charge back to his mates, three of my friends hold me back from decking his mate, who keeps telling me he ran because he's 'not the hardest bloke in the world' (What, and I am?) and was probably just scared of me
I eventually cool down and go home
I feel like a proper, proper ****ing ****, even though I only did what I did because I was worried for my friend.
I know I had good reason to do what I did, but it's such a stereotype and to be honest I'm ashamed of myself. What kind of ***** goes out and gets in a fight on Christmas Eve? Me, apparently. I feel like some **** off Booze Britain.
I'm just glad he punched like a girl, otherwise I'd have a big lump on my face.
I'm not the fighting type, but when you mix blokes and alcohol, I suppose these things happen. I'm not even very drunk, which makes i t even more frustrating. I don't even have an excuse.
Rough timeline is:
People start on a friend of mine in a club for no reason
They, and my friend, are thrown out
We go out to join him, and are on our way home when we see them
He's so angry he runs towards them
I'm scared for my friend
I knock some bloke about 8 feet across the high street, have my knee on his chest and my fist raised, then realise how stupid it is, it's christmas, and let him up
I tell him three times to leave it, we're all sticking up for our mates, let's go home
He doesn't leave it
I swing for him and miss
He smacks me in the mouth and scarpers, which doesn't even slow me down because at that point I was literally more angry than I've ever been
He runs like the wind, up a white van and over a fence and is gone
I charge back to his mates, three of my friends hold me back from decking his mate, who keeps telling me he ran because he's 'not the hardest bloke in the world' (What, and I am?) and was probably just scared of me
I eventually cool down and go home
I feel like a proper, proper ****ing ****, even though I only did what I did because I was worried for my friend.
I know I had good reason to do what I did, but it's such a stereotype and to be honest I'm ashamed of myself. What kind of ***** goes out and gets in a fight on Christmas Eve? Me, apparently. I feel like some **** off Booze Britain.
I'm just glad he punched like a girl, otherwise I'd have a big lump on my face.
I'm not the fighting type, but when you mix blokes and alcohol, I suppose these things happen. I'm not even very drunk, which makes i t even more frustrating. I don't even have an excuse.
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