Screaming J
He'll put a spell on you
I am in deep shock and the only thing I can do is share it with NSC. Apologies if this goes into the ‘too much information’ type category.
Most Friday nights I travel the 3 miles from where I live to go to a brilliant real ale pub in St Helens, the Turks Head. I go by bus. I mean you can work out why; eh? Pub, real ale, alcohol, “would you mind blowing into this bag; sir?” Not worth the risk is it?
Anyway I have to say that the bus can be rough as f***. Chavs,scallys etc; most of who are not yet old enough to vote get on, pissed up to the hilt. It’s a right bun fight. Mostly when I come back (a respectable time; 21:30 – I’m a married man, over 50 with responsibilities, y’all) it’s OK.
Tonight it was different. People got on the bus, wouldn’t pay their fare, took the piss out of the bus driver. He had the bottle to make one of them get off. When we got to near my stop some of the bloke who got off’s mates decided they were going to have a go at the bus driver, threatening him, banging on the shield that protects him from assault, whatever.
Suddenly, after 50 years of docile middle class acquiesce, something inside of me snapped. It was my Michael Douglas moment. I went up and tried to push the main protagonist off the bus. He responded – as you would – by throwing a punch at me. You can guess the rest. God knows where my glasses went but I ended up bleeding from a punch which pushed my glasses back into my face and with a cut on my cheek and on my eyebrow. All I can say is that I landed at least one or two.
When I got home the stick I got was out of this world. I can’t say that any of it wasn’t justified. “Supposing they’d had a knife? Why didn’t you just ring the police? You are a father and a husband; we don’t want to be orphans or a widow!”
I can’t argue with any of that. I am shaking to buggery now. I am going to have to go to the police tomorrow a.m. - because I am an honest citizen – and tell them what happened. I don’t disagree with anything my loved ones said to me.
But – although I am no Charles Bronson – by any means, I am a right liberal lefty – there is a bit of me which is GLAD I made a stand. Why should innocent people who just want get a bus home at 21:30 in the evening have to put up with that kind of shit?
For the next week or two I am going to have to be scarce in the village in case I am recognised by my shiner! I don’t want anyone in my family to suffer because I made a stand. This sounds really melodramatic, I know, but – quite frankly – I think NSC is one of the few outlets I have to share this where people might understand. This isn’t posted in the hope that I’ll get lots of people saying “good on yer”. You may say “you fuckin’ twat; keep your head down in future”. Can’t say I disagree with you; and from now on its bike or taxi to the pub!
Sorry, had to get this off my chest. Really upset. I’ve experienced many a ‘barny’ at Albion games. Tottenham 79, Chelsea 83, and all I did was leg it and think ‘twats’ about the agro. Why now, why me? Off to bed now....
Most Friday nights I travel the 3 miles from where I live to go to a brilliant real ale pub in St Helens, the Turks Head. I go by bus. I mean you can work out why; eh? Pub, real ale, alcohol, “would you mind blowing into this bag; sir?” Not worth the risk is it?
Anyway I have to say that the bus can be rough as f***. Chavs,scallys etc; most of who are not yet old enough to vote get on, pissed up to the hilt. It’s a right bun fight. Mostly when I come back (a respectable time; 21:30 – I’m a married man, over 50 with responsibilities, y’all) it’s OK.
Tonight it was different. People got on the bus, wouldn’t pay their fare, took the piss out of the bus driver. He had the bottle to make one of them get off. When we got to near my stop some of the bloke who got off’s mates decided they were going to have a go at the bus driver, threatening him, banging on the shield that protects him from assault, whatever.
Suddenly, after 50 years of docile middle class acquiesce, something inside of me snapped. It was my Michael Douglas moment. I went up and tried to push the main protagonist off the bus. He responded – as you would – by throwing a punch at me. You can guess the rest. God knows where my glasses went but I ended up bleeding from a punch which pushed my glasses back into my face and with a cut on my cheek and on my eyebrow. All I can say is that I landed at least one or two.
When I got home the stick I got was out of this world. I can’t say that any of it wasn’t justified. “Supposing they’d had a knife? Why didn’t you just ring the police? You are a father and a husband; we don’t want to be orphans or a widow!”
I can’t argue with any of that. I am shaking to buggery now. I am going to have to go to the police tomorrow a.m. - because I am an honest citizen – and tell them what happened. I don’t disagree with anything my loved ones said to me.
But – although I am no Charles Bronson – by any means, I am a right liberal lefty – there is a bit of me which is GLAD I made a stand. Why should innocent people who just want get a bus home at 21:30 in the evening have to put up with that kind of shit?
For the next week or two I am going to have to be scarce in the village in case I am recognised by my shiner! I don’t want anyone in my family to suffer because I made a stand. This sounds really melodramatic, I know, but – quite frankly – I think NSC is one of the few outlets I have to share this where people might understand. This isn’t posted in the hope that I’ll get lots of people saying “good on yer”. You may say “you fuckin’ twat; keep your head down in future”. Can’t say I disagree with you; and from now on its bike or taxi to the pub!
Sorry, had to get this off my chest. Really upset. I’ve experienced many a ‘barny’ at Albion games. Tottenham 79, Chelsea 83, and all I did was leg it and think ‘twats’ about the agro. Why now, why me? Off to bed now....