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Sorry to hear of this event. I've come so close so many times when some kind of 6th sense has made me react first. Maybe knowing one is a scared little wimp inside makes one more aware than if you're used to handling yourself. One can never know if something would have happened on any of these occasions but I've been able to scarper OK each time.
I have also been threatened many times, but on those occasions I've been on my own territory, (I used to run discotheques for a living), and was able to talk my way out knowing there was back-up. I have also had to deal with the after effects of attacks on other people.
If I can point to one mistake it was probably acknowledging their presence, but hindsight is a great thing. For myself I'd just get done properly because I'm a "lover not a fighter" as the song goes, a total wimp in fact, lost every fight at school.
I have also been threatened many times, but on those occasions I've been on my own territory, (I used to run discotheques for a living), and was able to talk my way out knowing there was back-up. I have also had to deal with the after effects of attacks on other people.
If I can point to one mistake it was probably acknowledging their presence, but hindsight is a great thing. For myself I'd just get done properly because I'm a "lover not a fighter" as the song goes, a total wimp in fact, lost every fight at school.
So much of your experience on Friday is shocking. It is good that you had the presence of mind to deal with the situation and consider as much as you did in the time you had.
It also says a lot that you could bring that experience into here.
You may second guess yourself but the end result is at least satisfactory - you are alive and only slightly injured so what you did was right. Watch out for infection, tho!
My sympathies for suffering such an experience but much respect due for the way in which you handled it , and are handling it.
Stay safe.
Morjam
It also says a lot that you could bring that experience into here.
You may second guess yourself but the end result is at least satisfactory - you are alive and only slightly injured so what you did was right. Watch out for infection, tho!
My sympathies for suffering such an experience but much respect due for the way in which you handled it , and are handling it.
Stay safe.
Morjam
I can only add to what everyone else has said and i applaud you for your bravery. I also applaud those that phoned for the police as I once witnessed a girl being beaten up outside my house by another woman. All the big brave men stood and watched as I phoned for the police. It was a sickening sight to see,God only knows what you feel inside. Hugs and kisses to you
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The day of the attack I only told a couple of people what happened to me straight afterwards, but as you can imagine the old doorman grapevine, (which is almost as bad as the fishwives!) went into overdrive.. And the funniest thing about second hand information is that it tends to get blown WAAAAAAY out of proportion as it goes from ear to ear..
Well, after speaking to a lot of people around town since the incident, (and a huge thank you to everyone who's asked after me) I heard a whole heap of different things about what happened to me, so lets go over them and clear them up!
(Note - these are all genuine comments that were spread around the gossips!)
1. I can catagorically state that I did not at any point rip a hedge out of the ground and throw it at my assailants. I do not possess the superhuman powers that would be needed to rip a hedge clean out of the ground, and if I did I sure as hell would be using it to make some serious hard cash, whilst using my x-ray vision to check out Angelina Jolie whilst flying around the world backwards to reverse time..
2. I also did not pick one of the junkies up over my head, spin them around and then throw them through a plate glass window like a scene from a spaghetti western. I know this would look cool as hell and would probably make women want to father my young, but I neither have the power nor the 'balls to the wind, devil may care' attitude of Stone Cold Steve Austin to launch someone through a window.. Having falling through a window once whilst drunk, I can assure you it's not a pleasant experience. Especially when you are still picking glass out of your ass a week later.
3. Although I am sporting a fantastically nurtured beer belly right now, that would be the envy of many a professional darts player, I did not end up having to pick up and push back in my intestines after having my stomach sliced open outside my home. Christ, the size the cut was I'd be lucky to spill my beer, let alone any vital organs!
4. Nor did I kill one of the junkies by smashing his nose up into his brain. Do I look like I belong in the film, 'Roadhouse'?
5. I did not go on a vigilante rampage against the neds populating my area of the city, and go hunting for scum to knock the living shite oot off.. I'm not 'The Punisher', and even if I was I wouldn't look nearly as cool as Frank Castle wearing that skull t-shirt.
6. I did not have an arm hacked off with a machete. This I can't really prove to those of you who don't know me, but I assure you I'm typing this shit out pretty fast.. You do the maths.
7. And Finally, I did NOT shit myself in the literal sense. Yes, I did nearly smash my bottle when the blade was pulled, but I can assure you all that nothing marked, streaked or smothered my underwear. In fact, the only motion in my underpants came from my two buttcheeks moving hurriedly backwards as I dodged away from the blade.
So there we go, I hope this answers some of the questions you may have and clears up any of the chinese whispers..
:lol:
Well, after speaking to a lot of people around town since the incident, (and a huge thank you to everyone who's asked after me) I heard a whole heap of different things about what happened to me, so lets go over them and clear them up!
(Note - these are all genuine comments that were spread around the gossips!)
1. I can catagorically state that I did not at any point rip a hedge out of the ground and throw it at my assailants. I do not possess the superhuman powers that would be needed to rip a hedge clean out of the ground, and if I did I sure as hell would be using it to make some serious hard cash, whilst using my x-ray vision to check out Angelina Jolie whilst flying around the world backwards to reverse time..
2. I also did not pick one of the junkies up over my head, spin them around and then throw them through a plate glass window like a scene from a spaghetti western. I know this would look cool as hell and would probably make women want to father my young, but I neither have the power nor the 'balls to the wind, devil may care' attitude of Stone Cold Steve Austin to launch someone through a window.. Having falling through a window once whilst drunk, I can assure you it's not a pleasant experience. Especially when you are still picking glass out of your ass a week later.
3. Although I am sporting a fantastically nurtured beer belly right now, that would be the envy of many a professional darts player, I did not end up having to pick up and push back in my intestines after having my stomach sliced open outside my home. Christ, the size the cut was I'd be lucky to spill my beer, let alone any vital organs!
4. Nor did I kill one of the junkies by smashing his nose up into his brain. Do I look like I belong in the film, 'Roadhouse'?
5. I did not go on a vigilante rampage against the neds populating my area of the city, and go hunting for scum to knock the living shite oot off.. I'm not 'The Punisher', and even if I was I wouldn't look nearly as cool as Frank Castle wearing that skull t-shirt.
6. I did not have an arm hacked off with a machete. This I can't really prove to those of you who don't know me, but I assure you I'm typing this shit out pretty fast.. You do the maths.
7. And Finally, I did NOT shit myself in the literal sense. Yes, I did nearly smash my bottle when the blade was pulled, but I can assure you all that nothing marked, streaked or smothered my underwear. In fact, the only motion in my underpants came from my two buttcheeks moving hurriedly backwards as I dodged away from the blade.
So there we go, I hope this answers some of the questions you may have and clears up any of the chinese whispers..
:lol: 
Orgasminator
my heart goes out to you i cant imagine how you felt but you are paticulary brave in your actions and quick thinking i admire you and anm sorry to hear what happened i hope you can put this act of todays society behind you sooner rather than later because anxiety and panic attacks are not very nice to deal with mate you are brave and good luck all the best les
Chunky, I can see from your posts that they never managed to take your wit and sense of humour away! Well done, you obviously kept your head clear through it all and that's not easy. Thanks for sharing it too, as so much of this goes on these days and there is no harm for us all to be alert to who and what is around us.
Hope you still don't think about what you could have done better at the time. That's pointless, and truth is you did better than most would have! Can't see how you could of done better than you did. Just glad you were able to sit in your own home afterwards and not hooked up to drips and machines in a hospital bed!
Hope your stereo face was OK? Don't think you said if it survived in your pocket!!!
David (a 'newbie' I think I'm called
)
Hope you still don't think about what you could have done better at the time. That's pointless, and truth is you did better than most would have! Can't see how you could of done better than you did. Just glad you were able to sit in your own home afterwards and not hooked up to drips and machines in a hospital bed!
Hope your stereo face was OK? Don't think you said if it survived in your pocket!!!
David (a 'newbie' I think I'm called
) Orgasminator
Chunky I'm new here, which explains the tardiness of this post, but many sympathies.
I'm also a big bloke who's been beaten up by people trying to prove a point - the most impressive (if that's the right word) was a bunch of forwards from the Cardiff Uni rugby team, who decided to take me on in the gents after I'd had twelve pints of bitter and about 10 shots of whisky, and then their first blow was a cheap shot from behind. The next day my entire ribcage was one huge bruise.
I've also had encounters with a range of urban scum, leading to telephoned death threats (which would have been scary if I hadn't recognised the voice and known that it's owner was a really stupid 17 year old with an apparent death wish), threats to brick our front windows (never carried out), and one idiot who I'd reported to the police for a racist assault threw a fist-sized lump of rock that missed me by about six feet and knocked a big lump out of the fence).
Luckily since I gave up alcohol I've not needed to resort to violence to defend myself (both because I no longer look like an easy target, and because I don't tend to be out and about in town late at night so much).
Anyway, I hope those scumbags get what they deserve, or at least as close as we can do without the reintroduction of public flogging.
I'm also a big bloke who's been beaten up by people trying to prove a point - the most impressive (if that's the right word) was a bunch of forwards from the Cardiff Uni rugby team, who decided to take me on in the gents after I'd had twelve pints of bitter and about 10 shots of whisky, and then their first blow was a cheap shot from behind. The next day my entire ribcage was one huge bruise.
I've also had encounters with a range of urban scum, leading to telephoned death threats (which would have been scary if I hadn't recognised the voice and known that it's owner was a really stupid 17 year old with an apparent death wish), threats to brick our front windows (never carried out), and one idiot who I'd reported to the police for a racist assault threw a fist-sized lump of rock that missed me by about six feet and knocked a big lump out of the fence).
Luckily since I gave up alcohol I've not needed to resort to violence to defend myself (both because I no longer look like an easy target, and because I don't tend to be out and about in town late at night so much).
Anyway, I hope those scumbags get what they deserve, or at least as close as we can do without the reintroduction of public flogging.
