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Had a really awesome night out last night, got back at 2!...work this morn is reasonably taxing, just tired! i don't get hang overs [sickness] really...
anyway it was the vet student's xmas party so a bar/club place was hired out and packed with dancing/drinking vet students all dressed up in what ever xmas garb they saw fit. my outfit consisted of a pair of fuzzy felt antlers with bells on, you know the ones - like a girl's hair band thing but with the antlers stuck on the top.
hey - when you're drunk they are cool. they're cool even wen your not drunk too
so we were heading back home in a group, post-party glow in all of us, myself as probably the least drunk and sobering up fast in the cold air, g/f [drunk] and 3 other of her friends [also quite drunk] - all girls. so in effect I was 'designated protector'. we came upon a group of people crouching down which turned out to be a few people (10 or so) surrounding one person who was flat on their face in a pool of blood. all were clearly very drunk, more so thatn ourselves. I didn't get a great look at the injured bloke and steered my little group away and onwards. it was about 10metres past this group of drunkards that i noticed a shadow following closely behind me, getting closer and closer. suddenly i sensed a hand over my head - and then my antlers were lifted off my head by a skinny lanky and very drunk chav! what an 'unt'.
I immediately grabbed him round the back of the neck - this one had broken away from his group and was now alone, which was stupid cause I was actually pretty sober and as we all know chavs are weak away from the group - virtually lifting him off the ground, as he was saying 'no no, they're mine, no'...WTF!? I was coiling up to smack him one in the face to join his bleeding friend, and reclaim my antlers (its the principle that I was getting worked up about) but my g/f had a hold of my hand and wouldn't let me 'let fly'.
you know the old saying 'i could have had him' but to be honest I could have probably 'really had him' and then got done for GBH so probably wasn't the best thing. look at it like this, me = rower, 6' and quite physically fit and agile and although merry in no way drunk, chav = drunk. if i'd started it would have finished with him in agony. I'd also not like to be made some fat person's bitch in prison...so probably good nothing really happened
I took my g/f's advice and let the '*anker' go, accompanied by lots of verbal abuse in his direction. I was half expecting him running after me, but he didn't - i was just fuming that he'd actually taken my antlers. ok so they're only a bit of cardboard and felt but hey! they were MINE!! why do people have to act like utter tits when they're drunk towards other complete strangers? I was politely reminded he would probably end up in a gutter and cardboard box in a few years...a fitting demise I could only agree with.
I hate chavs. I hate chavs. I hate chavs. trust a chav to f*up a perfectly good evening out.
what was funny though was the g/f passed out when we got home, bless her - woke up fully dressed!i managed to get out of clothes before I fell asleep. still angry though.
i hate chavs, they must all DIE.
p.s. i'm not bitter
Originally Posted by PrivatePyle
[p.s. i'm not gay...]
