Actually this thread just brought back a traumatic memory from my teenage years in Scotland. Was at the movies with a friend. Imagine a giant Begbie from Transporting but not as pacific or predictable. I won't say his name in case he has Google and is still alive so we'll call him Barrie Bingham. His nickname then was "psycho Barrie Bingham."
We were watching Rocky IV - a famous boxing documentary of the period, and a douchebag - or colloquially "radge" started babbling annoying garbage. As a huge vajingle I just sat quietly, seething. But Barrie was obsessed with this masterpiece. Barrie had in fact threatened three of us with horrors unless we came.
Barrie did not sit there seething. Barrie turned around and said nothing. He grabbed the radge by the hair, pulled him into the narrow space at our feet, pummeled the shit out of him and told him to stay there and be quiet.
Dude lay there sobbing for the next forty five minutes and never budged. In our row. At our feet.
We were watching Rocky IV - a famous boxing documentary of the period, and a douchebag - or colloquially "radge" started babbling annoying garbage. As a huge vajingle I just sat quietly, seething. But Barrie was obsessed with this masterpiece. Barrie had in fact threatened three of us with horrors unless we came.
Barrie did not sit there seething. Barrie turned around and said nothing. He grabbed the radge by the hair, pulled him into the narrow space at our feet, pummeled the shit out of him and told him to stay there and be quiet.
Dude lay there sobbing for the next forty five minutes and never budged. In our row. At our feet.