Showing posts with label Fight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fight. Show all posts

Saturday, 26 December 2009

Cage Match

In life there are many different men. However, when it comes to violence there are only three.

There are those that fight at the drop of the hat, and due to their experience are quite good, like most members of my family.

There are those who know they are completely inadequate, usually bullied at school, who tend to be bitchy men; we all know the type.

The last type are the most dangerous. They are the ones who try and do anything to avoid a fight. These are the ones who let things slide, over and over. These are the ones who, when you push them too far will snap. More fool you to cross this kind of man, more fool you. These are the kind of guys you avoid annoying, especially when you know you're the second kind of guy.

The problem is youthful arrogance. Arrogance is like a big badge that says "please embarrass me". Those people may think they're winning, but that arrogance is exactly what drives others to ruin them. Eventually, someone does come and wipes that arrogance away.

After all, it is a dog eat dog world.

TO

Monday, 5 October 2009

100th Post!

And here's some gratuatous violence (well deserved) for you!





Both teach a valuable lesson, I'd thought I'd share these.

TO

Wednesday, 1 July 2009

Human Nature

The Greater Manchester 192 bus route from Piccadilly to Hazel Grove (where I happen to need to get too) is infamous around the country and even has its own wikipedia page (now that's impressive).

Unfortunately, this fame is completely negative and the amount of incidents on this route makes you wonder why there aren't sociologists on every trip studying human behaviour, it makes excellent viewing for students of human interaction like myself.

The bus route is mentioned in many books highlighting the fissures of 'Broken Britain', and is the first thing many people mention when talking about my home town of Stockport. To quote that very wikipedia page:

"According to the Stagecoach Group, the route is the busiest in Britain, with around 9 million passengers carried annually,[11] and GMPTE has designated the A6 as a quality bus corridor.[12] The 192 is also noted by Stagecoach as being a problematic bus route with regards to anti-social behaviour, and CCTV cameras were installed on them.[13]"

I have heard many stories including a 'person' (use the term lightly) attacking the bus driver while the bus was in motion at 6am, forcing the bus to crash into two shops on a high street.

However, I witnessed first hand the wrath of the 192 tonight. Ironically, a friend and I decided to go home early and get some grub on the way home and take it easy. Unfortunately, we never accounted for the turbulence that is the 192 at night.

One a quiet Tuesday night the last thing you would expect is a fight between young men trying to prove who is more unintelligent; the man fighting a group by himself and repeatedly returning for more despite being annihilated over and over, or the group of 'chavs' inflicting the punishment who were in custody of a baby child. At one point the mother of the baby ran to a friend and protested excitedly, "I JUST GOT HIT IN THE FACE HAHA, IM GOING BACK!!!".

I know what your thinking...nope the 1 braincell group managed to beat the 5 braincell guy. Although to be fair, the group probably had 6 braincells between them. Darwinism at its finest.

What was amazing is that from it all came a strengthening of the rest of the passengers. What had been a uninteresting journey for most became a source of discussion. Some members of the bus (older generations) used it as a example of why the country has "gone to pot" and I did hear "young ruffians" occasionally. Some used it to analyse lower class behavioural patterns ('toffs' from Marple). And then some saw the funny side and made jokes about a slightly surreal situation and the fact they now were delayed too much to get food from anywhere (us).

I'm hungry.

:(

TO