Friday, 20 March 2009

Grammar School

Its always the fookin same when youre the new kid on the block.


And our attrocious accents drew attention to me and "F" almost immediately


Less than a week went by before this big daft arsehole began takin the piss out of me


If that wasn't bad enough he began the old bully boy stunt pokin his finger in my chest and boasting to his buddies what he was going to do to me


"Put em up" He challenged me and he must have been to boxing lessons cos he stood up straight all Marquis of Queensbury style


Left hand reacinout high towards my face, right hand tucked tight below his chin.


The silly twat didnt know what was goin to hit him


I stepped in real close and hammered his belly with a half dozen quick left rights


Then when he dropped his guard to protect his belly


I gave him the same in his face


His nose went "crunch"


The blood spurted all over and he kneeled on the ground bubbling his eyes out


Then I did my Party Piece


I looked at his bunch of cronies and asked in as loud a voice as possible


"Which one of you Fookers wants to be next ?"

Hardly an hour went by before he returned with his big brother who made it very clear he wanted revenge

My mate "F" interrupted his tirade saying "Come on, he beat your brother fair and square
its not your problem"

"Im making it my problem. so fook off or you'll get it too"
"he punctuated every word with a poke in "F" 's chest.

Poor fooker ! He made a big mistake.
I was pretty good with my fists but my friend "F" was very seriously violent

"F" leaned over and pulled a cricket stump out of the grass and laid it square accross big bro's
nose.
"Crunch" it went. blood splattered all over. Big bro screamed as his blood and tears flowed.

"F" leaned over him and said " I tried to get you to see sense but you fookin wouldn't. so learn a lesson from this.

"DONT EVER FOOK WITH ME OR MY PAL AGAIN"

That guy went on to be captain of the town rugby team, then later president of the town rugby club.
He died about 10 years ago still carrying with him to his grave the ugliest broken nose imaginable.
I bet he never told a soul he got it from an 11 yeat old kid.

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