'Fucking bodyguards, all a load of wankers!'
I turned away from him and got my drinks.
'Listen, forget it. I was just trying to be nice to you.'
As I walked away I heard him sneer, 'Fucking bodyguards,
all a bunch of wankers'. Sharon patted me on the back and
said, 'Well done'. She knew that two years earlier the guy
would have been knocked unconscious, along with anyone
else that stood in to defend him. But now I was practising a
different art. For those that might be interested he tried the
same thing on with my friend Griff, who was actually an
international bodyguard. Griff smashed his nose into the
toilet urinals -he wasn't as patient as I was.