Do you like drunken fights?
I mean this from a spectator's point of view rather then being involved, the whole lead up to the drunken fight and the kind of guys that do it. I don't go out to watch fighting but every time I go to the pub there is invariable a punch up at some point in the evening, either in the pub or later in the kebab shop. I love watching the build up and the ensuing scuffle, followed by the return and the in-pub bravado from the "winners". Tough guys at their best
I was in the pub a few weeks ago on a Tuesday evening, bench racing with another car buddie, it was about 7:30pm. We were talking engines and tyres, real manly stuff as I see it and I was keeping my eye on a couple of girls, blondes with tight clothes, sitting close to us having a drink. They would have been talking about clothes or shoes, something pink maybe. Anyway, a couple of lads ambled over to them, 'orwight ladies' sort of thing, lots of jack-the-lad swaying side to side and they invited the girls over to their table in the corner where there were about 8 of them sitting. So the remaining lads at the table shuffle round trying to look cool despite the fact that they felt uncomfortable and didn't know what to say to the new girls at their table. Conversation looked like it had changed from laddish beer-speak to comedy comments to make the girls laugh. Alpha male was present as was the quiet one, the one with the red face, the guy in the stripy shirt. Cigarettes and lights were offered and smoked all round, drinking appeared to speed up a little.
So I gave it no further thought, a comical pub scene inside Jonny69's head, aah pub life eh?
8:05pm and all of a sudden it kicked off. (This is a Tuesday night remember) I missed what sparked it but the blokes from the table poured out the door in a blaze of profanities and a fight started outside. Big straight armed swings, grabbing, swearing, the works. They were followed by some more of the blokes, off to save their mates, in reality to stand around and look involved. The red-faced one stayed behind looking cool but concerned, ducking about trying to get a look out the window. Faces went over to the window to watch, the scuffle went on for a few minutes and then the blokes came back in the pub. Much innocent whistling and I-wasn't-watching took place, as did a lot of lack of eye contact with the blokes so that nothing else started. They looked ruffled, you know, shirts screwed up, hair messed, faces red and lots of swearing, gestures and deep aggressive swills out their pints.
The girls, blondes by the way, had been looking increasingly uncomfortable by this point. You could tell they were questioning why they thought it was a good idea to go and sit with them and they were sitting legs bolted together, smoking long hard drags and very wide eyed.
Conversation was audible even though they were over the other side of the pub, it had degerated into drunken hoarse-voiced toughguy phrases like "they were a bunch of *****" and "I'll ******* kick the **** out of the **** next time I see the ****, the ******* ****, ****"
So anyway, before it could make its way over our side of the pub we finished up and left. But not before the fat guy on the table next to us returned from the toilets, all mouth no action, missed the lot, decided he wanted a bit of the action. To us he enquired what was going on, no idea mate I'm afraid. Of course he'd have got involved, gone and saved the day if he knew what was going on, it was his mate and he had an interview the next day and didn't want him going in with a black eye.
Classic Beckenham night out, it only gets better on a Friday and Saturday night, I just feel the risk of getting a beating myself are too high these days so I stay clear of a weekend. Who needs it? But it's great to watch
I mean this from a spectator's point of view rather then being involved, the whole lead up to the drunken fight and the kind of guys that do it. I don't go out to watch fighting but every time I go to the pub there is invariable a punch up at some point in the evening, either in the pub or later in the kebab shop. I love watching the build up and the ensuing scuffle, followed by the return and the in-pub bravado from the "winners". Tough guys at their best
I was in the pub a few weeks ago on a Tuesday evening, bench racing with another car buddie, it was about 7:30pm. We were talking engines and tyres, real manly stuff as I see it and I was keeping my eye on a couple of girls, blondes with tight clothes, sitting close to us having a drink. They would have been talking about clothes or shoes, something pink maybe. Anyway, a couple of lads ambled over to them, 'orwight ladies' sort of thing, lots of jack-the-lad swaying side to side and they invited the girls over to their table in the corner where there were about 8 of them sitting. So the remaining lads at the table shuffle round trying to look cool despite the fact that they felt uncomfortable and didn't know what to say to the new girls at their table. Conversation looked like it had changed from laddish beer-speak to comedy comments to make the girls laugh. Alpha male was present as was the quiet one, the one with the red face, the guy in the stripy shirt. Cigarettes and lights were offered and smoked all round, drinking appeared to speed up a little.
So I gave it no further thought, a comical pub scene inside Jonny69's head, aah pub life eh?
8:05pm and all of a sudden it kicked off. (This is a Tuesday night remember) I missed what sparked it but the blokes from the table poured out the door in a blaze of profanities and a fight started outside. Big straight armed swings, grabbing, swearing, the works. They were followed by some more of the blokes, off to save their mates, in reality to stand around and look involved. The red-faced one stayed behind looking cool but concerned, ducking about trying to get a look out the window. Faces went over to the window to watch, the scuffle went on for a few minutes and then the blokes came back in the pub. Much innocent whistling and I-wasn't-watching took place, as did a lot of lack of eye contact with the blokes so that nothing else started. They looked ruffled, you know, shirts screwed up, hair messed, faces red and lots of swearing, gestures and deep aggressive swills out their pints.
The girls, blondes by the way, had been looking increasingly uncomfortable by this point. You could tell they were questioning why they thought it was a good idea to go and sit with them and they were sitting legs bolted together, smoking long hard drags and very wide eyed.
Conversation was audible even though they were over the other side of the pub, it had degerated into drunken hoarse-voiced toughguy phrases like "they were a bunch of *****" and "I'll ******* kick the **** out of the **** next time I see the ****, the ******* ****, ****"
So anyway, before it could make its way over our side of the pub we finished up and left. But not before the fat guy on the table next to us returned from the toilets, all mouth no action, missed the lot, decided he wanted a bit of the action. To us he enquired what was going on, no idea mate I'm afraid. Of course he'd have got involved, gone and saved the day if he knew what was going on, it was his mate and he had an interview the next day and didn't want him going in with a black eye.
Classic Beckenham night out, it only gets better on a Friday and Saturday night, I just feel the risk of getting a beating myself are too high these days so I stay clear of a weekend. Who needs it? But it's great to watch
. Should be banned from drinking as well (new use for an ASBO maybe).
