Soldato
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Ooh, ooh I've got a funny Norbert story. I'm sure I've posted this before, but I'll tell again as it is, erm, interesting.
To answer the original question:
Have you ever been in a fight? - yes, twice.
Are you often in fights? nope.
Are you the type who gets picked on when out? nope.
Any other relevant info? see below...
The second ever real fight I had:
My mrs went out with her mates to a not that local bar. It was about 40 mins drive away.
Anyway, I agreed to pick her up after, at around 2am. I'm nice like that.
I had a cool, chilled out night indoors watching telly and generally chilling (remember I'm from Holland...)
Anyway, come 1:30 ish I leave the house in just a tshirt, tracky bottoms and some trainers with no socks. It was winter, but I wasn't planning on gettig out of the car.
I get to the bar and park up outside the door, over the road. Sharon and her mate are sitting on a bench there. They see me pull up and get up to walk to the car. All of 2.5m.
Just as they do so, a large group of chavs walks past. Now remember I'm still in the car. Not 100% with it in all honesty. Something happened. Someone said something to someone. And anyway, it all kicked off and they start arguing with this group of say 8 guys and girls.
Oh no I think. I'm not the confrontational type at all, even though I may look it. Particularly in my state at the time. So I wind down the window down and tell her to forget it and just get in the car. He mate does and gets in the back. Sharon is still out there. Words are being said. I ask her (probably now demand) that she just gets in the sodding car.
I can see it getting a little out of hand so I have to get out of the car. Remember it's winter and I have next to no clothes one.
I go up to sharon, open the car door and guide her in. She was drunk and wasn't having it.
Then they start on me. I ignore it.
There is this big fat "geezer". Massive. Bigger than me and I'm 6'1. He fat with a shaved head and tattoos. He was probably ony 25ish.
Anyway he starts on me, not pushing me but getting aggressive. I'm a bit concerned at this. he looks like he's rip my head off.
So I'm trying to get this fatty away from me and I can see Sharon out of the corner of my eye, being pushed up against my car. Then a bloke swung at her and punched her straight in the face and broke her nose! The bloke had a shaved head, was quite big and had big bomber boots and a bomber jacket on. A right thug.
Well, I don;t remember much. I had the full on red vision and went into auto pilot. The next thing I knew this bloke was on the floor with a bloody face and I was kicking him.
Then I feel this hard grab on my wrists and my arms are twisted behind my back. I think, oh no it's fatty, he's going to kill me!
But thank the Lord it wasn't! It was PC Plod! Phew!
Anyways, I got arrested obviously and slung in the cell.
After all the witness statements etc I was let off. The bloke was actually trying to press charges after I did him an awful lot of damage. But the police told me that it wouldn't stand in court as there is some case law where you can protect your loved-ones.
Finally, to end the evening of about 6 hours in the cells, it actually turned out that the thug/monster bloke that had punched my girlfriend square in the face and broken her nose, was actually a girl!
The police were [WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!] themselves. All the statements from everyone had referred to it as a man. All the police who had seen it unfold. Passers by. Sharon. me. Her mate.
So there you go. I'm a woman beater
The last time I ever had a fight. And hopefully the last ever.
To answer the original question:
Have you ever been in a fight? - yes, twice.
Are you often in fights? nope.
Are you the type who gets picked on when out? nope.
Any other relevant info? see below...
The second ever real fight I had:
My mrs went out with her mates to a not that local bar. It was about 40 mins drive away.
Anyway, I agreed to pick her up after, at around 2am. I'm nice like that.
I had a cool, chilled out night indoors watching telly and generally chilling (remember I'm from Holland...)
Anyway, come 1:30 ish I leave the house in just a tshirt, tracky bottoms and some trainers with no socks. It was winter, but I wasn't planning on gettig out of the car.
I get to the bar and park up outside the door, over the road. Sharon and her mate are sitting on a bench there. They see me pull up and get up to walk to the car. All of 2.5m.
Just as they do so, a large group of chavs walks past. Now remember I'm still in the car. Not 100% with it in all honesty. Something happened. Someone said something to someone. And anyway, it all kicked off and they start arguing with this group of say 8 guys and girls.
Oh no I think. I'm not the confrontational type at all, even though I may look it. Particularly in my state at the time. So I wind down the window down and tell her to forget it and just get in the car. He mate does and gets in the back. Sharon is still out there. Words are being said. I ask her (probably now demand) that she just gets in the sodding car.
I can see it getting a little out of hand so I have to get out of the car. Remember it's winter and I have next to no clothes one.
I go up to sharon, open the car door and guide her in. She was drunk and wasn't having it.
Then they start on me. I ignore it.
There is this big fat "geezer". Massive. Bigger than me and I'm 6'1. He fat with a shaved head and tattoos. He was probably ony 25ish.
Anyway he starts on me, not pushing me but getting aggressive. I'm a bit concerned at this. he looks like he's rip my head off.
So I'm trying to get this fatty away from me and I can see Sharon out of the corner of my eye, being pushed up against my car. Then a bloke swung at her and punched her straight in the face and broke her nose! The bloke had a shaved head, was quite big and had big bomber boots and a bomber jacket on. A right thug.
Well, I don;t remember much. I had the full on red vision and went into auto pilot. The next thing I knew this bloke was on the floor with a bloody face and I was kicking him.
Then I feel this hard grab on my wrists and my arms are twisted behind my back. I think, oh no it's fatty, he's going to kill me!
But thank the Lord it wasn't! It was PC Plod! Phew!
Anyways, I got arrested obviously and slung in the cell.
After all the witness statements etc I was let off. The bloke was actually trying to press charges after I did him an awful lot of damage. But the police told me that it wouldn't stand in court as there is some case law where you can protect your loved-ones.
Finally, to end the evening of about 6 hours in the cells, it actually turned out that the thug/monster bloke that had punched my girlfriend square in the face and broken her nose, was actually a girl!

The police were [WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!] themselves. All the statements from everyone had referred to it as a man. All the police who had seen it unfold. Passers by. Sharon. me. Her mate.
So there you go. I'm a woman beater

The last time I ever had a fight. And hopefully the last ever.