Odd.

Not really a martial arts story, but never mind...

I was recently walking through town with a friend who is about twice my size. He is one of the least offensive and gentlest people I know, and yet, because of his size, strange and confrontational life forms keep tryimg to start fights with him.

On this particular evening, a feral townie who had fallen slightly behind his herd obviously decided to start some trouble in the street, despite the fact that there were two of us walking and his cavorting fellows were a good ten seconds away. This chap was approximately half my size and of slight build, clearly being in no state to take care of himself.

As I recall, he ignored me completely and tried to walk straight through my friend, attempting to establish his obvious physical superiority by claiming the space occpied by my friend's shoulder for himself. As he was impacting a mass four times that of his own, he bounced about five feet backwards and my friend failed to notice until the other chap started swearing at him, still trying to look tough despite having been swatted with no thought. I tried not to laugh.

Had he succeeded in making either of us kick off, there would have been time to make rather a mess of him and been halfway down the street before any of his friends had reached us.

Funny what people do when they're drunk, isn't it?

Sorry this story isn't (a) more original and (b) funnier, but I'm going home from work soon and I'm bored. It comes through in my writing.

We do the strangest things after a few jars. Sometimes alcohol will bring out deep held insecurities. I'd say a large majority of the trouble I've ever experienced on the door has been with small to meduim sized twenty somethings with huge small man complex's.

Two weeks ago was a perfect example. I was working a pub in Southend called the Hogs head with my colleagues Phil and Alex. Now Alex is a short arse but really stocky, Phil well is "generously proportioned" weighing in at about 25 stone (350lbs) and 6'4" and little me 5'10 and 12.5 stone (175lbs). Last year Phil barred a local scumbag called Arron, 5'5" and 10 stone dripping wet. It was Good Friday (which was far from a good friday for us due to the all day drinking) and Arron decides his going to come in. Phil steps in front and tells him otherwise. Know there is Alex (the short ar$e), me (the skinny one) or Phil (the huge one)... out of the line up who d'ya think Arron the stupid chooses? Yup, Phil. Starts telling Phil how he is going to "knock him sparko" and even commenting on Phils size and him being a fat c**t... so he was blissfully aware that phil was over twice his weight. Anyway, Phil was getting a bit pee'd off with him so I step in and told him to go home, only to be called an "f'ing mug". After a quick palm to the chest and stumbling back about 10 foot, he decided a straightner with me was order of the day. Well, he told me for the next 200 yards going backwards. Prat.

so 1 stone is 14lbs. neat i guess, that would make me 18.6 stones.

ur a bouncer, thats cool. So if u get into a fight with someone, and hurt him, not necessarily bad, but beat him up. what kind of consequences are there? kust curious.

Gav cries for days with shame and guilt.

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Gav cries for days with shame and guilt.

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Hahaha, hohoho, hehehe...BWAAAHHAAAHHAAHA!!!!



You've not met Gavin then??

Gavin,guilt and shame...shame, Gavin and guilt...no. Those words just do not work together.