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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>BSG's knife story is freaky, the closest I've had is a little private school punk trying to stab me with a screwdriver <u>after</u> I'd stopped one of my mates from giving him a crack. </p> -
<p>Late entrant to the thread, sorry if some of this ground has been run over before. </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>It's an absolute legal minefield - will be interesting to see how this plays out. </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> -
<p>Working in the Outback i saw some epic brawls. Often involving mates. Start on the dance floor, and roll around both ways (past the bars and through the toilets) towards the back bar, and then finally out to the square. Rugby season was always good fun.</p>
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<p>But field days was the best. Farmers v students. different worlds collide. </p> -
<p>again, outside of the rugby field, closest I got to a dust-up was when I was overseas was when I was in Egypt...we had gone on a horse drawn carriage (me, Mrs TR, sis-in-law and another lady off the boat we were on) and the dude took our photo and demanded money when we got back to get on the boat.</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>Liars!</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>Liars!</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> -
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<p>thugs! bullies! disgraceful behaviour</p>
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<p><strong>Working in the Outback i saw some epic brawls</strong>. Often involving mates. Start on the dance floor, and roll around both ways (past the bars and through the toilets) towards the back bar, and then finally out to the square. Rugby season was always good fun.</p>
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<p>But field days was the best. Farmers v students. different worlds collide. </p>
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<p>Weirdly, I can't ever remember any fights at the Outback - I must have been so smashed I was oblivious to it all ....</p> -
<p>holy shit, you can't have been looking very hard. Most got dealt with (to) pretty quickly though</p>
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<p>Also found London to be about a 100 times safer than NZ when walking down the street at night. Palmy was bad for uni, being a short skinny white kid I was an easy target for the exact type of feral we've all run into at some point. I had to rely on my guile to get out of situations especially since I couldn't really run for shit. </p>
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<p>One of my more impressive performances I was heading back from town about 3am and was walking through that alleyway with the Celtic and I think 'All Bar 3' on it. Anyway there were 3 guys in the alleyway who looked to have just left a bar, and I could tell already by the way they were looking at me that I wasn't going past without some sort of remark or incident. Sure enough as I avoided eye contact while walking past one of them stuck out his leg to trip me up.</p>
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<p>I didn't quite go all the way down, as I was sort of expecting it, anyway the guy who tripped me made some sort of asshole comment..and I'm not sure what came over me exactly..might have been the booze, might have been some inspiration from a movie or a book I had watched/read..but I took a pretty massive gamble, looked the dickhead right in the eye and said 'Bahwa ah wah ahh ba!' (basically I was imitating what I thought a deaf person would say in my situation..but very loudly..)</p>
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<p>Anyway I got some pretty strange looks from theses dickheads three. A mixture of shock and cynicism mostly. They said something else prickish and realising to myself now that I was so balls deep in this situation that I had to go through with it 110% or I was going to get my head smacked in I again responded loudly 'Bawah ahh baa wwaa baa'...complete with some no doubt absurd sign-language I had made up on the spot. Now this split the group somewhat. One dickhead was sure I was faking it and wanted to crack me..the other two not so sure. I was questioned a few more times about whether I was faking it, I responded again loudly with my deaf person noises and sign language making a big effort to indicate my ears didn't work. At this point I was hoping I would have at least attracted the attention of a passerby who might want to come to my aid but..not such luck. There was either no one about or no one really gave a shit at 3am in Palmy. So analysing the situation I figured while the group was in disagreement it would be my best shot of making my escape, I said something else nonsensical and indicated I was walking away. I could hear them arguing with each other behind me, I was walking with my back to them almost with my eyes closed awaiting the inevitable reign of blows. I heard them close behind and felt a half arsed shove..but that was it. As calmly as I could I walked through the alleyway, across the road..and a litte further for good measure, then very maturely at a safe distance turned around and yelled out to them that I wasn't in fact deaf and they were in fact a bunch of fluffybunnies..and then I scarpered home as fast as my little legs could carry me.</p>
