Hitting women

Sir Tokyo Sexwale · January 22, 2008

Here's the story:

Last Weds I had a 5-a-side game, k/o 11pm. You can never get to sleep quickly after a game ending at midnight, so one of the guys I work with & who's also in the team suggested we go for a drink after the game. So we did & got to the bar at about 12.30am.

Shortly after we arrived, I was aware of a commotion at the door. I turned & saw a woman & bloke struggling to get a push-chair through the door - bumping it into the frame as they tried. Initially I thought the push-chair too wide for the door, but having a bairn, I quickly realized that few normal push-chairs are too wide for doors & these two were leathered.

We continued drinking - I had my back slightly turned to them, so I couldn't see them - and my mate said "ay up, we've got a bit of a domestic here...", he was facing them. I could hear hysetria, f'ing & blinding and then quickly laughter. The pair of them were lairy as f***, swinging from hating each-other to loving each other. It was all rather disconcerting. Then he made a call & it sounded like he was calling her boyfriend or something - so God knows what he & she were doing in a bar at 1am with a kid in a pushchair.

Anyway, it continued on this rollercoaster for a while and wasn't much fun as you could sense they were a loaded gun. The barman kept glancing over & was clearly in two minds whether to leave them or to kick them out. In the end he closed their tab & they got up to leave.

What happened next, I didn't see but have been told happened.

The guy got up, clearly peeved & threw a bag into the pushchair. Now, I never saw nor heard a child in there, so can't vouch for certain that there was one, but it was a Bugaboo - expensive as feck - so they weren't winos with a cheap one they'd found somewhere.

At this, the guy next to me (and between me & them) took exception to this & made his remonstrations clear. Let's call him 'good-guy'.

Lairy-guy then went ballistic & came out with all of the usual "...outside now..." cliches, to which good-guy accepted the challenge.

Good-guy followed lairy into the foyer of the pub there was an explosive confrontation - my view was obscured by the door & the frame - but good-guy came propelling backwards in with blood pouring from his nose.

They then buggered off (hung around outside for a while) before lairy guy then came back for more.

Good guy picked up a bar stool & used it to defend himself (keep distance btw him & lairy) & was using it like a prod. At this point I intervened & tried to calm good guy down, as I didn't want to see him stove the lairy f*****s head in & get in trouble with the bizzies.

Lairy guy then grabbed a barstool & the two of them jousted with barstools, which was quite amusing.

Then lairy-bird got involved & started having a go at me; grabbing me, pulling & pushing me about - because I'd got involved by trying to be the voice of reason - laughing all the time. However it was an hysterical laugh, not a laugh of amusement.

I was actually equally amazed & amused & asked her 'what the hell she was doing' as she was in no danger of hurting me. I palmed her away a few times before holding her at arm's length. She was so wasted, she just fell to the floor.

Again, they fecekd off. This time, the barman locked the door & called the bizzies. However, it was a bar with floor-to-ceiling windows all the way along that open up in summer, so somehow they got back in through one of the window-things.

Good guy went for a stool again, but this time it went wild-west. lairy f***** hurled a stool at him & then there were stools flying & tables going over. In all of this excitement, lairy guy got good guy down on the floor & was on top of him punching seven bells out of him.

So I wrapped my left-arm around lairy's neck & stuck my fingers into his eye sockets to pull him off good guy who was getting paggered. I got him down & put my fist into his throat figuring that he'd be more concerned with breathing than larruping me - I was right. As I pinned him down, I became aware of a blow to the head followed by the f***ing bee-atch kicking me in the face.

Immediatelty after this, everyone else in the bar - not many - must have intervened, because as soon as she'd kicked me in the mush I remember walking away from the scene of the altercation thinking "I'm covered in good-guy's blood". It was only then that I realized it was my blood. I've been told that she threw a bar stool on my head immediately before booting me & cut the back of my head open, not to mention my face.

So, the question is - had it not all broken up then, would I have kicked her in and what force would have been reasonable? I recall thinking, the first time she went for me - that 'I can't hit a woman'.

They both got nicked & I have to go to the dentist as I think I chipped some teeth too

The Hitman · January 22, 2008

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