Regarding Windsor in Berkshire
The only time when I actually did really fear for my life
I was in a pub
with a few mates, guys and girls, having a few drinks and a bit of a laugh, as you do.
" comes over to our table, plants himself down beside one of the girls and starts harassing her basically.
My friend was obviously distressed
so I asked the guy, politely, to just go away
. He took grave offence
to this and said he was going to kill
me outside the pub.
Naturally, I almost shat myself
at such a bold statement. What worried me even more was the venom
with which he said it.
I told the bouncers
about this guy and they said if there was any trouble they would sort it out.
Fine, no problem.
So, we all leave the pub. As I walk out the door, I feel an dull thwack
on the back of my head, and I go down. I am stunned, on my arse
on the pavement
, looking up at this guy, who looks like a total maniac
He said "You're going to fucking get it now you cunt." and with that took a knife
from his back pocket.
At this stage I was saying prayers
to every god I could think of.
Then, luckily, out of nowhere, one of the bouncers sucker punched the guy on the back of the head
(must be en vouge
in Windsor or something) while another bouncer hit the guy on the arm with a pool cue
, knocking the knife
free from his grip. They then subdued him until the police
I didn't press charges
against the guy as there would have all sorts of shit afterwards if I did, but he was done for having the knife
Even so, I was never so glad to be leaving anywhere in my entire life.