SO there I was down at my local – known affectionately as Hell’s Waiting Room – the other night when trouble kicked off.
Not for the first time, it was a woman who started all the bother.
The ladette in question is actually a friend of mine and I think the world of her.
But she really ought to keep her gob shut.
She picked a row with a male visitor to the pub from Liverpool –over
nothing really.
Admittedly, he was being a bit rude to her, but not rude enough to
warrant her going ballistic and calling him names that would make a
navvy blush.
She was on her feet, her fists raised in comedy pugilist-style, except she wasn’t joking.
Myself and another lad in the pub eventually managed to calm her down.
After a while, and some poisonous muttering and a bit of huffing and
puffing, the offending man walked out of the pub, still seething.
But I half expected him to come back in and explode with rage, such was the filthy tongue-lashing my friend the geezerbird had given him.
I certainly expected fists or glasses to be flying before the night was over. My woman friend is not averse to a spot of "bring-in-on" brawling when her dander is up, and it was certainly up the other night.
I was grateful (and amazed) that the unpleasant incident didn’t spill
over into bone-crunching violence.
I have seen that happen before in several Wirral pubs, and on each of
the previous occasions women were the cause of the trouble.
Women who like to cause a ruck need to realise that if they do manage to antagonise some drunken Neanderthal so much he wants to smack somebody, it won’t be the woman causing the trouble who’ll get lamped but the poor innocent bloke or blokes sat next to her.
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edinburgh'sfinest wrote...
What a load of tosh. This was believable until I go to the line which read "Myself and another lad in the pub eventually managed to calm her down". You'd be first out of the door at the merest hint of trouble!
Posted by: edinburgh'sfinest | February 22, 2006 11:13 AM