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<p>Being big, doing a bit of sparring here and there, having a good reach and a hard head helps I find. I have a couple of very willing partners in my 14 and 16 year old "stepsons" so that's good fun.....My kids ( both boys ) are exactly the same age as yours BSG and I'm in the process of choosing some kind of martial art to help unleash the fury.</p>
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<p>If you know a punch is coming and are ready for the impact you can definitely take it a hell of a lot better than a king hit you don't see coming that's for sure.</p>
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<p>The MA I did had a lot of punching and kicking. Fuck all use in a random brawl or a life threatening situation, because most fights end up with 2 guys wrestling each other on the ground. </p>
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<p>The MA I did had a lot of punching and kicking. Fuck all use in a random brawl or a life threatening situation, because most fights end up with 2 guys wrestling each other on the ground. </p>
<p>I think Jiu Jitsu is by the far the most effective martial art, both in playground tussles, formless pub brawls and also very serious situations. I never did it.</p>
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<p>Yeah I think having a strong core and good balance and special awareness is definitely important cos if you end up on the ground with someone who knows what they are doing you're in a world of shit.</p> -
<p>Last time I got punched was about 20 years ago when I was an apprentice, I was working for this that was an absolute jerk and one day we were digging some footings and he saw me get my ruler and check the depth. It seemed pretty reasonable behaviour to me , too shallow it won't pass an inspection too deep I'm wasting his time and concrete, anyway he started screaming at me telling me I was a useless little fluffybunny and if I couldn't tell the depth by now I was fucked and would never amount to anything. I'd got a bit used to his rants by then but that really got to me so I knew of a guy who was looking for an apprentice and jacked up an interview.</p>
<p>Anyway I thought I better get into working a bit harder and being a bit more onto it because for obvious reasons working for this arsehole I didn't do much more then cruise and after about five weeks of waiting to hear back from this guy he called me and told be I had the job.</p>
<p>I waited until the end of the day to tell the jackass I was quitting and he started ranting and raving and telling me what an ungrateful little fluffybunny I was and without warning he pushed me into a pallet of bricks and punched me and started screaming at me to hit him back, it was about then I realised he was crying, not like one tear of frustration they were streaming down both his cheeks, I told him he was nuts and to fuck off and he stormed off to his van and drove away.</p>
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<p>Over the next few weeks I caught up with the guys I used to work with and they asked me what happened and I made a point of mentioning a couple of times in the conversation that this fuckwit had burst into tears which either got a shocked look in return or more often laughs at his expense. Anyway one of them told me that the night before I quit he'd been down the pub bragging that he finally got me working the way he wanted me to and he was really looking forward to the next job because if we turned it out at the same pace as the last one he was set to make some decent coin out of the contract. We both had a good laugh at that.</p>
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<p>Once the shock of him hitting me wore off I realised it didn't actually hurt, in fact I'd been hit harder in scraps at school which seemed weird because he bragged about the martial arts he'd been into when he was younger . A couple of years later he was being a cock at a twilight golf tournament and a mate of mine called skinny [it wasn't an ironic nickname he's built like the guy in the pak n save ads] and him went at it in the carpark and skinny beat the shit out of him despite being half his size and nobody ever thinking he could fight his way out of a paper bag. Turned out behind his bluster and obnoxious behaviour my old boss was just a massive, massive pussy.</p> -
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I feel sorry for your old boss after reading that. No sympathy for acting like that but still feel sorry. Must have massive mental issues. He would struggle every day I imagine.</p></blockquote>
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No in that story about him isolation you could take from it he had mental health issues but he's just a really angry selfish jealous fluffybunny, I could tell you a couple of other stories that would change your mind about him and you definitely wouldn't feel sorry for him anymore . <br>
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<p>The shit Dad jokes are off the hook here fellas, keep the awful work up !</p>
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<p>Personally I have a couple of guitars or an oil heater at hand to fight off an attacker. The axes all have huge sentimental value so I guess the oil heater it is, more of a throwing weapon on account of it's unwieldy grip though..... </p>
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<p>Mokey, I vaguely remember that story too, the burglar got awarded millions if memory serves me correctly. Fucked. Up. Shit......</p>
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<em>The actual case involved a teenager who was on the roof of a school and, by the best accounts we can find, <strong>was trying to redirect a light because they were trying to play basketball</strong>. And while he was on the roof he stepped through the skylight, which had been painted over black. So this may have been a trespasser, but it wasn’t a burglar.</em></blockquote>
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<a data-ipb='nomediaparse' href='http://overlawyered.com/2006/09/the-burglar-and-the-skylight-another-debunking-that-isnt/'>http://overlawyered.com/2006/09/the-burglar-and-the-skylight-another-debunking-that-isnt/</a></p> -
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Just a penis then!!
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I think that had a lot to do with the conversation he had at the pub , I reckon he had got it into his head that he was going to get a taste of the lifestyle his "mates" had and he was embarrassed and angry that it was gone . The guys his age were building specs and had roofing franchises or their own firms and he was just a lazy stoner who turned up to work late and hungover a couple of times a week.<br>
When I told my new boss what happened he took me down to the police station to see if they would press charges but they said there wasn't much they could do without witnesses they couldn't do much . He has clocked up a couple of assault charges against him since though . -
Some great yarns, especially the lifesaving kebab - scary<br><br>
I'm very lucky not to have encountered any serious trouble in London. Got into a few scrapes growing up in my home town, again nothing serious.<br><br>
Funniest one, I was about 21 celebrating New Years Eve down my local. It was much more crowded then usual and apparently I trod on someone's toe. I didn't even know. Guy starts having a go at me - he was a big lad, white t shirt, tattoos, angry look on his face - pretty much a cartoon figure of a certain kind of twat.<br><br>
Probably due to ale, I couldn't take it seriously, told him if I had trodden on him I was sorry but he needed to relax, It's New Year's Eve ffs.<br><br>
Anyway he wouldn't take no for an answer, kept baiting me all evening, giving me the eye etc. Me and my mates went to leave to for another pub and he stood up, and I'd had enough so I thought fuck it and just pointed at him and then pointed to the door.<br><br>
We walked out and him and his mates piled out very soon after. I'd like to say a gave him a boxing lesson and everyone applauded, but it wasn't quite like that.<br><br>
We both started swinging wildly at each other, he broke my nose in the early exchanges but I have to say I didn't feel a thing. Next thing I know he had me pushed up against a car door and he had both hands around my throat and was strangling me.<br><br>
He was quite a big lad, hard to shift and I couldn't breathe - so in desperation I grabbed him by the balls and squeezed hard! His grip relaxed and the fight seemed to go out of him... I was able to smack him hard a few times more before my mates stopped it (they didn't want his mates stepping in).<br><br>
The main things I learned that day, was that even if you "win" a fight you never really win. Also if I had ever come up against anyone who knew what they were doing, I would be absolutely slaughtered. <br><br>
Nice to remember that the one time I couldn't talk my way out though, someone who deserved it got theirs, even if I did have a very sore snozzer for a few days. I heard that a day or so after the event (I'd gone back to uni by then) he was spotted in town with his left eye completely swollen shut. Happy days! -
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<p>What do you say to a bloke like that ? "enjoy the bab, cheers for not stabbing me" ?</p>
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<p><strong>Any of you guys have that "mate" who gets in fights with multiple people at once and kicks all their arses without a scratch but this ALWAYS happens when there's no one around to see ? </strong>ie "walking home and got jumped by six guys with bats and knives but I wasted them all?" ( come to think of it I pushed some druggie in the gutter who grabbed my old man in town but that story is actually true and he was there to see it and say thanks and buy me a beer, funny how the animal instinct kicks in when family are threatened.....)</p>
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<p>There was a joker I knew through others who had all sorts of "war" stories about all the fights he'd won but again, similar situation to BSG, spilt a drink and someone ( just one bloke ) frightened the shit out of him by grabbing him round the collar. It was by the entrance of the fats in welly in the late 90s ( fucken feral bar where your shoes stuck to the floor ). Fucken funny viewing and none of us bothered helping him cos he was a fucken tool.</p>
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<p>I actually have mates like this, but I've been round to see them.</p>
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<p>I like to tell the story when having a few beers about how me and my my mate beat up some street kids who were harassing an old couple in Kings Cross. So basically it was 5 bogan Aussie street kids, I guess they would have been 17/18, my mate and I were the same age. We were in a shot and saw the commotion happening outside and quick as a flash my mate was out there and three of them were already sprawled on the ground. By the time I got there my mate was fighting off the last two guys so I basically just wandered over and whacked the one nearest to me. We went back to the hotel (was a school rugby tour) and he didn't say a word to anyone about it.</p>
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<p>On the face of it, I feel sorry for the homeowner who was probably just startled awake by some shithead in his house trying to steal his hard earned. That said, as mentioned earlier, once the guy is no longer a threat to you, legally speaking your reactions must be accordingly proportionate. The three key words in self defence are "reasonable, proportionate, necessary". If the facts show that the dead loser has got outside the address and then they (from memory there was a second guy) have given him a towelling out of rage rather than self defence, then they are on very shaky ground legally speaking. That said, any good defence lawyer should probably get them off. </p>
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<p>Those types of cases are difficult because the public don't like to see Joe average going to jail for killing a guy breaking into their own home, but the Police are bound to prosecute if it meets evidential sufficiency. I dealt with a few jobs where business owners caught guys shoplifting, robbing or similar and subjected them to pretty solid beatings that were directly out of proportion to the threat faced and were more about revenge than any sort of self defence. As much as you don't want to lock the guys up because you think good job, you put your ass on the line saving theirs if a complaint is made by the 'victim' about inaction. </p>
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<p>That said, we dealt with a homicide a few years back at a Christmas function where a guy who was being a bit of a knob died after getting in a fight/being restrained by two of the senior managers at the company. No charges were laid in that case because their actions were deemed to be proportionate to the threat that the guy was. </p>
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<p>WOW! I covered my mouth with my hand when you see something shocking, when I read that.</p>
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<p>I know! I was the same. We were that close to having years of BSG torture being non-existent.</p>
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<p>I only had a knife pulled on me once, in the middle of fucking Victoria St in Hamilton at about 3am. </p>
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<p>jesus walking down the main street of the tron it was basically impossible to be walking along with a bunch of dicks like you described giving you the 'what are you looking at?' bollicks.</p>
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<p>only reason anyone had to walk down the main road at that time of the morning was to get to mcd's which was up the other end.</p>
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<p>the tron really was full of bell ends. Being tall and skinny until I filled out a bit at every school party I was having some bro trying to have a fight with me. Was just farking irritating. Always had drummed into me by the old man to walk away.</p>
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<p>Obviously after a couple of years of that malarky eventually you have enough and fight back. I still remember the first 'customer' when I decided I'd had enough. Probably the cleanest punch I've ever landed on someone he went farking flying and after that I was all hmmm that was kinda fun.. would never start anything with anyone tho, just no longer back down.</p>
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<p>had a couple of massive all in brawls that I remember fondly (mainly because i didn't get hit!) .. looking back on those they were hilarious. Running down the road with the dude you'd be punching 30 secs earlier to get away from the cops.</p>
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<p>fights at the pub used to be pretty frequent, but more often than not you'd end up back inside having a beer together afterwards. Don't think it would be like that these days.</p>
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<p>In the UK you were always a bit more wary as people were carrying weapons.. only had a handful of dustups over there, one of which I've talked about previously (when I had the full on red mist).</p>
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<p>The more I think about it the more I think how fcuked up the tron was. I remember when I first went to high school there were regular massive brawls between the gangs.. the surfers, the bros, the metallers.. and you just think this is normality! sitting there watching used to be awesome. Fortunately after a couple of years they all left and none of that sh*t existed anymore.</p>
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<p>only time ever been anywhere with a knife pulled was a rugby tour in Estonia.. pulled it on Grizz our rather large prop. He just said 'you'd better put that knife away before I fcuk you up'.. sheepish look appeared, knife went away and we carried on.</p> -
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<p>As they were focused on me, I made sure the females boarded the boat promptly before he called his 3 bigger mates over to talk to me about giving him the 5 Egyptian pounds (think was about £0.50 at the time??) got a bit pushy shovy, luckily most of the Egyptians are small, and I was rugby fit with a playing weight of 100kg, so looked rather big in comparison...so I played the pushy shovy, one of them came close to getting me with a soft punch/slap but by this time I had all but gotten to the walkway back to the boat, I had taken apples form the boat for the skinny as horses, and offered them up as payment, they took them and started eating them and lost interest....</p> -
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<p>Obviously after a couple of years of that malarky eventually you have enough and fight back. I still remember the first 'customer' when I decided I'd had enough. Probably the cleanest punch I've ever landed on someone he went farking flying and after that I was all hmmm that was kinda fun.. <strong>would never start anything with anyone tho, just no longer back down</strong>.</p>
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<p>You wouldn't just steal a North Habour flag off a fan at a sheild challenge (in North Harbour) and burn the flag right in front of him???</p> -
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<p>You wouldn't just steal a North Habour flag off a fan at a sheild challenge (in North Harbour) and burn the flag right in front of him???</p>
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<p>wow. shit just escalated</p>
