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RapierFugue -> RE: Lockerbie bomber is let out to die at home (8/23/2009 7:17:46 AM)
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ORIGINAL: Lucylastic
He obviously went thru the blitz Rapier:) tough ol git:)
London's full of em [:D]
There's an old bloke who drank in what used to be my local, in another part of London. He's in his mid 60s now, but used to be an amateur heavyweight boxer in his youth, and a good one too. One night he was walking home after the pubs had shut, slightly the worse for wear, when his path was deliberately blocked by several youngsters (and I mean full-sized ones in their late teens/early 20s), intent on mischief. Their opening gambit was "where do you think you're going, Granddad?".
Without saying a word, he knocked the largest one spark out with one punch, then turned to the others and said "haven't you fucking idiots got anything better to do? You should be out chasing girls, not hassling frail old men". Then turned and tottered off home.
The next day he was back in the pub, muttering under his breath about how his bloody hand hurt. "It's set me sodding arthritis off. And me sciatica too - bloody back's killing me. Bastards." ... then he paused, thought for a second, his face lit up, and he said "Ooh! I think I'll have a brandy! Purely for medicinal purposes you understand". [:D]
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