Was out in Glasgow yesterday with my wife, mum and dad. We went and saw the new Batman film at the Imax (thoroughly enjoyed it) and then had a meal and went to some pubs in town.
I was at the bar in O'Neill's with my old man ordering a round of drinks when I looked round just in time to see some idiot swining a punch at me. I didn't have time to get out of the way and he caught me flush on the jaw.
I've been training in Muay Thai for the past four years so reacted fairly quickly. I hit him with an elbow and burst his head open then got him in a clinch and started throwing knees into his ribs until my dad and two other guys at the bar separated us. Then the bouncer grabbed me and walked me outside. My favourite T shirt was covered in blood (thankfully not mine) and ripped to bits and my mum nearly died when she saw the state of me.
The funny thing is that while this was all going on I felt completly calm. At no point during it could I say that I was angry or upset or anything although I feel quite ****ed off about the whole thing now.
Luckily I escaped relatively unscathed with only a cut on the inside of my left cheek but I hope I hurt the swine so he'll think twice about doing that to anybody else. I've not been in a fight since primary school and I have absolutely no idea why he hit me. There were two other guys at the bar and they told my dad it was competely unprovoked.
I must admit I feel like a complete gimp for getting chucked out of a pub for fighting.
I was at the bar in O'Neill's with my old man ordering a round of drinks when I looked round just in time to see some idiot swining a punch at me. I didn't have time to get out of the way and he caught me flush on the jaw.
I've been training in Muay Thai for the past four years so reacted fairly quickly. I hit him with an elbow and burst his head open then got him in a clinch and started throwing knees into his ribs until my dad and two other guys at the bar separated us. Then the bouncer grabbed me and walked me outside. My favourite T shirt was covered in blood (thankfully not mine) and ripped to bits and my mum nearly died when she saw the state of me.
The funny thing is that while this was all going on I felt completly calm. At no point during it could I say that I was angry or upset or anything although I feel quite ****ed off about the whole thing now.
Luckily I escaped relatively unscathed with only a cut on the inside of my left cheek but I hope I hurt the swine so he'll think twice about doing that to anybody else. I've not been in a fight since primary school and I have absolutely no idea why he hit me. There were two other guys at the bar and they told my dad it was competely unprovoked.
I must admit I feel like a complete gimp for getting chucked out of a pub for fighting.



