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Statistics: Posted by Cavey — Tue Aug 29, 2006 11:18 pm
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On this particular night she got drunker and drunker and kept deliberately bumping into me at the bar with a tray full of glasses, I asked her to stop doing it and she kicked me, I kicked her back and then one of the bouncers stepped in and stopped us.
At the end of the night in the changing room she kept deliberately bumping into me again so I asked again what her problem was and she leapt on me
In the ensuing struggle she was sat on top of me attempting to strangle me with the peice of string round my neck that held, ahem, a babies dummy 
while I attempted to gouge her eyes out with my fingernails and rip her earrings through her earlobes. Eventually the screaming alerted to bouncers who came in to separate us and I managed a very convincing act of having calmed down long enough for them to loosen their grip on me and I was able to punch her full in the face while the others were still holding her, (hey, she started it 
)She was sent home and never reemployed and the management gave me a bottle of champagne. Alas the string from my dummy left what looked like lovebites around my neck which took ages to fade.
Statistics: Posted by Guest — Tue Aug 29, 2006 9:57 pm
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Now I think of it, Chris was a veritable violence magnet. We'd go to the pub for a few drinks and when we went to leave there'd be some blokes waiting for us outside. Chris'd be like, "I thought you'd all be here" and I'd be thinking, "who the hell are this lot and why do they want to beat us up?" A few punches would be thrown, followed by the traditional running away.
Chris was, needless to say, a drummer.
Statistics: Posted by Captain Howdy — Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:44 pm
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