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other violent person. Male or female they are all treated the same. As she goes past me I notice that she has a cut to her right hand, she then sprints up the road and disappears. Actually we should have kept her there in case the guy wanted to press charges, I’m glad we didn’t in the end because he was a right little wanker. John is busy throwing the guy out of the door who has a nasty looking couple of cuts to his scalp and blood was trickling down his forehead, he has also got some small shards of glass sticking out of the top of his head. The guy wasn’t too happy about being thrown out and starts to try and go back into the bar. John grabs him by the collar from behind and yanks him off the step and back outside; he must have pulled the guy really hard because as he done so the whole back of the guy’s shirt comes away in John’s hands. It was like something out of a Laurel and Hardy film. He turns around in disbelief and points at John and says-
“You owe me a fucking new shirt you bastard”!
We don’t generally respond too well to that kind of behaviour, John walks over to him calls him a stupid prick and laughs in his face. He’s standing outside with pieces of glass in his head, blood trickling down his face wearing half a shirt, also the girl he had been with in the bar has done a runner. I would imagine he has had better nights out.
What happened was that this fella had been seen through the window with another young woman, his regular girlfriend spotted him as she walked past. She enters the club and smashes a pint pot over his head; he then takes a swing at her and the rest you know.
Young love, all together now ahhhhhhh.
Pete and I turn up as usual but John is replaced by the guy who was the regular
doorman at that horrible little place down in Sunbury, I thought it was a bit odd, as the office would normally tell me if there were to be any changes.
So we have got this fella and John has gone down to the pub in Sunbury with
Alex and Garry the two doormen that have been mentioned earlier.
We’ve only been there about half an hour when the alarm goes off, as soon as that alarm goes off you get an instant massive hit of adrenaline surging through you. Pete and I go in to find two groups of young fellas, about eight or nine of them are involved in a mass brawl. Two guys are rolling around on the floor punching, nutting and kicking each other, the rest of them were all engaged in one big scrap where boots and fists are all being used in a high speed frantic tangle of bodies. Chris the other doorman has got two of the guys in headlocks and is pulling them towards to exit. We quickly get to grips with the situation where Pete and I administer strangle holds all-round. We separate them and start to eject the ringleaders. I was surprised that there weren’t any serious injuries to deal with. All of the troublemakers have been dealt with and things are back to normal, when I notice that my boots have a splattering of blood on them, we then notice a trail of blood leading from the front doors along the pavement and up the high street. At the top of the road were a couple of the lads we had thrown out, one of them was sitting on the pavement holding the side of his head. As I got a bit closer I could see blood running between his fingers and down the side of his face and neck. I asked him if I could see the injury and as he took his hand away I could see that he had been given a (Van Gogh) his ear had almost been sliced in two. He had been slashed with a very sharp knife. An ambulance was called and the wounded soldier was carted off and stitched up and would live to fight another day. But not in our club. He was lucky an inch or two lower and it would have severed an artery. What a nasty little violent world we live in.
I was thinking, I bet John is having a nice quiet evening chatting up all the women. Actually nothing could have been further from the truth. The two lads who were working
with him had some
“You owe me a fucking new shirt you bastard”!
We don’t generally respond too well to that kind of behaviour, John walks over to him calls him a stupid prick and laughs in his face. He’s standing outside with pieces of glass in his head, blood trickling down his face wearing half a shirt, also the girl he had been with in the bar has done a runner. I would imagine he has had better nights out.
What happened was that this fella had been seen through the window with another young woman, his regular girlfriend spotted him as she walked past. She enters the club and smashes a pint pot over his head; he then takes a swing at her and the rest you know.
Young love, all together now ahhhhhhh.
Pete and I turn up as usual but John is replaced by the guy who was the regular
doorman at that horrible little place down in Sunbury, I thought it was a bit odd, as the office would normally tell me if there were to be any changes.
So we have got this fella and John has gone down to the pub in Sunbury with
Alex and Garry the two doormen that have been mentioned earlier.
We’ve only been there about half an hour when the alarm goes off, as soon as that alarm goes off you get an instant massive hit of adrenaline surging through you. Pete and I go in to find two groups of young fellas, about eight or nine of them are involved in a mass brawl. Two guys are rolling around on the floor punching, nutting and kicking each other, the rest of them were all engaged in one big scrap where boots and fists are all being used in a high speed frantic tangle of bodies. Chris the other doorman has got two of the guys in headlocks and is pulling them towards to exit. We quickly get to grips with the situation where Pete and I administer strangle holds all-round. We separate them and start to eject the ringleaders. I was surprised that there weren’t any serious injuries to deal with. All of the troublemakers have been dealt with and things are back to normal, when I notice that my boots have a splattering of blood on them, we then notice a trail of blood leading from the front doors along the pavement and up the high street. At the top of the road were a couple of the lads we had thrown out, one of them was sitting on the pavement holding the side of his head. As I got a bit closer I could see blood running between his fingers and down the side of his face and neck. I asked him if I could see the injury and as he took his hand away I could see that he had been given a (Van Gogh) his ear had almost been sliced in two. He had been slashed with a very sharp knife. An ambulance was called and the wounded soldier was carted off and stitched up and would live to fight another day. But not in our club. He was lucky an inch or two lower and it would have severed an artery. What a nasty little violent world we live in.
I was thinking, I bet John is having a nice quiet evening chatting up all the women. Actually nothing could have been further from the truth. The two lads who were working
with him had some
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