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There was a guy Charlie in my hometown who I scrapped with regularly, I had to always be on the lookout because he wouldn't announce himself before he attacked, I usually got the better of him which is why he was always after more - to get his revenge.

He would vanish to the Gents and come back with a tool, he had 'me hidden in cisterns in the main (rough) watering holes.


Couple of decades later I'm heading with a mate to Amsterdam for a chilled weekend. Who should appear in the queue getting off the plane but Charlie, who I'd already told my companion about many times.

Charlie showed us where a good bar was, we played pool, got drunk etc. Then just as we were walking out of the bar to find next bar/club, Charlie said oh hold on a mo I've just got to pop in to the loo.

Charlie had already said he's a regular at that bar.

So I said to my mate let's run, we ran about 2 miles to a hotel and I was shitting myself at next bar that he'd turn up armed. Didn't see him tho, thank heavens.

Blast from the past.

RD - that's funny. And symptomatic of my (then) relationship with Charlie.

Bizarrely, on a separate occasion, Charlie did attack me with a wooden pole (snapped off a broom) as per the Peter Sellers film, he knocked on the door of my bedsit and when I opened it the sharp broken end speared towards my face. Luckily I lived in a constant state of readiness for the arrival of said Charlie-boy. I had some chain nunchuckas hung on back of door (as opposed to my japanese hardwood chord set, which were hung on the wall) so I used these to parry the pole and gain possession of it as the chain links bit into the wood. On that occasion he ran off, having been de-tooled.

Jeremy Wrote:

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> KidKruger Wrote:

> --------------------------------------------------

> -----

> > I had some chain nunchuckas hung on back of

> door

>

> So we've established that your place had a door.

> Couldn't you have just, you know... not opened

> it?!


I like the fact that you had nunchuckas.

Louisa Wrote:

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> Nunhead isn't all that bad, and you're more likely

> to be hit by a flying focaccia if you venture into

> the Old Nun's Head pub these days. Once a great

> pub. Now the closest you'll get to a pool cue

> punch up is a minor gentleman's disagreement over

> who chooses the best bottle of Chablis on the

> menu.

>

>

> Louisa.


Oh , hear we go again

Louisa Wrote:

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> Believe it or not numbers I am closer to the man

> of kent than I am the castle, but there's not much

> in it as the crow flies.

>

> I usually make Mr Louisa drive me there, he rarely

> drinks. I do all that for him.

>

> Louisa.


Wish there was a 'like' button in place sometimes :D

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