Tuesday, February 27, 2007

somewhere else. If I enter a bar and buy a drink for £2 and I
start getting aggressive stares from some Neanderthal at the
other end of the bar, I'll leave the drink and go somewhere
else. For the sake of £2 I have saved myself a hell of a lot of
trouble. I look at the worst case scenario. I know that if I stay
where I am the lemon is going to approach me at some point
in the night and a fight is going to ensue. Because my whole
life is training, the chances are I am going to hurt the fellow
very badly -probably hospitalize him. He goes to the
hospital, I go to the police station where they charge me with
a Section 18 wounding with intent. Because I train, the
prosecuting council is going to make me out to be a
superman and a jury of 12 are going to convict me for 5
years. Is a space by the bar in a shit hole of a pub really
worth it? I don't think so.