Regarding Windsor in
Berkshire,
England.
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.
This
pissed "
geezer" 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 came.
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 anyway.
Even so, I was never so glad to be leaving anywhere in my entire life.