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So there I was bear-hugging a giant, trying to wrestle him off some poor, tiny Thai girl. My friend was going ballistic smashing him repeatedly about the head. If only the other five hadn’t wandered off two minutes earlier.
My holiday in Thailand up to this point had been very Zen, chilled and there absolutely no sign of hostility from the numerous English lads abroad or the locals. There simply is no desire to become aggressive in an environment that is extremely hot, humid and also full of ladies who love you long time.
Anyway myself and my mate were just leaving a bar with our lovely young ladies, when this behemoth crashed through the door of a nearby Go-Go bar punching the living daylights out of some Thai girl who was about half the size of him and perhaps quarter the weight. I’m not a violent person but this riled my friend and me immensely, I don’t like to see that sort of thing, who does? He was screaming “she’s a w***e” which was ironic.
Within seconds we were committed and my primary concern was to grab him and stop him wailing on the girl, my mate was laying into him in an attempt to dissuade him and numerous Thai blokes were bizarrely kicking him in the a**, which wasn’t having much effect.
Thankfully I managed to heave him upright and in my adrenaline fuelled state, held him in vice-like grip whilst my mate tried to calm both him and me down. I was furious at this point, but soon clamed down when the realisation of a night in a Thai prison dawned on me, should I continue the fracas further.
In the end the bloke was unrepentant, threatened to have the bar burnt down and the girl’s throat slit (but strangely no threats levelled in our direction) and the owner came out to pacify him. We left when all was clam and spent the rest of the night in a club, hyped up on the situation and Vodka Redbulls.
Amazingly the bloke was back at the Go-go bar the very next night. Some people eh?
Footnote: the young lady I was with called me Superman, for the rest of the night, which was nice. I'm puting that on my CV.
My holiday in Thailand up to this point had been very Zen, chilled and there absolutely no sign of hostility from the numerous English lads abroad or the locals. There simply is no desire to become aggressive in an environment that is extremely hot, humid and also full of ladies who love you long time.
Anyway myself and my mate were just leaving a bar with our lovely young ladies, when this behemoth crashed through the door of a nearby Go-Go bar punching the living daylights out of some Thai girl who was about half the size of him and perhaps quarter the weight. I’m not a violent person but this riled my friend and me immensely, I don’t like to see that sort of thing, who does? He was screaming “she’s a w***e” which was ironic.
Within seconds we were committed and my primary concern was to grab him and stop him wailing on the girl, my mate was laying into him in an attempt to dissuade him and numerous Thai blokes were bizarrely kicking him in the a**, which wasn’t having much effect.
Thankfully I managed to heave him upright and in my adrenaline fuelled state, held him in vice-like grip whilst my mate tried to calm both him and me down. I was furious at this point, but soon clamed down when the realisation of a night in a Thai prison dawned on me, should I continue the fracas further.
In the end the bloke was unrepentant, threatened to have the bar burnt down and the girl’s throat slit (but strangely no threats levelled in our direction) and the owner came out to pacify him. We left when all was clam and spent the rest of the night in a club, hyped up on the situation and Vodka Redbulls.
Amazingly the bloke was back at the Go-go bar the very next night. Some people eh?
Footnote: the young lady I was with called me Superman, for the rest of the night, which was nice. I'm puting that on my CV.
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All was clam?
Surely moving onto talk of the restaurant menu merits a paragraph change?
Surely moving onto talk of the restaurant menu merits a paragraph change?
I think a change of tag line may be in order.
Nice one for stepping in. That's the kind of thing I'd hope I would do, but don't know if I'd have the nuts when it came to it.
A well, at least I'd join the kicking in the ash :^)
Nice one for stepping in. That's the kind of thing I'd hope I would do, but don't know if I'd have the nuts when it came to it.
A well, at least I'd join the kicking in the ash :^)
The sagacious one wrote:
> the young lady I was with
You were in Thailand. Are you SURE they were female?
> the young lady I was with
You were in Thailand. Are you SURE they were female?
The sagacious one wrote:
> Footnote: the young lady I was with called me Superman, for the rest
> of the night, which was nice. I'm puting that on my CV.
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Was with? Companion?
Wicked Child!!
Seriously though, well done for stepping in.
> Footnote: the young lady I was with called me Superman, for the rest
> of the night, which was nice. I'm puting that on my CV.
---
Was with? Companion?
Wicked Child!!
Seriously though, well done for stepping in.
So there I was bear-hugging a giant, trying to wrestle him off some poor, tiny Thai girl. My friend was going ballistic smashing him repeatedly about the head. If only the other five hadn’t wandered off two minutes earlier.
My holiday in Thailand up to this point had been very Zen, chilled and there absolutely no sign of hostility from the numerous English lads abroad or the locals. There simply is no desire to become aggressive in an environment that is extremely hot, humid and also full of ladies who love you long time.
Anyway myself and my mate were just leaving a bar with our lovely young ladies, when this behemoth crashed through the door of a nearby Go-Go bar punching the living daylights out of some Thai girl who was about half the size of him and perhaps quarter the weight. I’m not a violent person but this riled my friend and me immensely, I don’t like to see that sort of thing, who does? He was screaming “she’s a w***e” which was ironic.
Within seconds we were committed and my primary concern was to grab him and stop him wailing on the girl, my mate was laying into him in an attempt to dissuade him and numerous Thai blokes were bizarrely kicking him in the a**, which wasn’t having much effect.
Thankfully I managed to heave him upright and in my adrenaline fuelled state, held him in vice-like grip whilst my mate tried to calm both him and me down. I was furious at this point, but soon clamed down when the realisation of a night in a Thai prison dawned on me, should I continue the fracas further.
In the end the bloke was unrepentant, threatened to have the bar burnt down and the girl’s throat slit (but strangely no threats levelled in our direction) and the owner came out to pacify him. We left when all was clam and spent the rest of the night in a club, hyped up on the situation and Vodka Redbulls.
Amazingly the bloke was back at the Go-go bar the very next night. Some people eh?
Footnote: the young lady I was with called me Superman, for the rest of the night, which was nice. I'm puting that on my CV.
My holiday in Thailand up to this point had been very Zen, chilled and there absolutely no sign of hostility from the numerous English lads abroad or the locals. There simply is no desire to become aggressive in an environment that is extremely hot, humid and also full of ladies who love you long time.
Anyway myself and my mate were just leaving a bar with our lovely young ladies, when this behemoth crashed through the door of a nearby Go-Go bar punching the living daylights out of some Thai girl who was about half the size of him and perhaps quarter the weight. I’m not a violent person but this riled my friend and me immensely, I don’t like to see that sort of thing, who does? He was screaming “she’s a w***e” which was ironic.
Within seconds we were committed and my primary concern was to grab him and stop him wailing on the girl, my mate was laying into him in an attempt to dissuade him and numerous Thai blokes were bizarrely kicking him in the a**, which wasn’t having much effect.
Thankfully I managed to heave him upright and in my adrenaline fuelled state, held him in vice-like grip whilst my mate tried to calm both him and me down. I was furious at this point, but soon clamed down when the realisation of a night in a Thai prison dawned on me, should I continue the fracas further.
In the end the bloke was unrepentant, threatened to have the bar burnt down and the girl’s throat slit (but strangely no threats levelled in our direction) and the owner came out to pacify him. We left when all was clam and spent the rest of the night in a club, hyped up on the situation and Vodka Redbulls.
Amazingly the bloke was back at the Go-go bar the very next night. Some people eh?
Footnote: the young lady I was with called me Superman, for the rest of the night, which was nice. I'm puting that on my CV.
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