Last time I got a kicking was in a chippy in Belfast, sitting with me missus and a few of her wee mates after a gig. One of the girls fell off her chair and was getting roundly mocked for her sins. I politely asked the lads at the next table to lay off her. Got vigourously slapped by six fellas for my troubles. The whole thing took a turn for the ridiculous when one of them lifted the charity box from behind the counter and began walloping me over the head with it. Luckily, some of the chippy's scummy staff had liberated all the charitable donations from it, so the daft bugger might as well have hit me with a balloon. It was enough to turn the thing, get me out of the corner and get some digs in myself, at which point the cops arrived and dragged me, and me alone, of to the local nick for some questioning and sectarianism. Ahhh, Belfast. Apparently I asked for it, it being a local chippie for local people and all, and as I'd had three pints of stout, my statement was inadmissable...
My point. These $%&#ers beat people up and act like thugs because they get away with it every time. Because cops are lazy shitees.
