But even more bizarre, outside the club, after Catherine left, one of the bouncers, a big fat bastard, skinhead with a few tattoos comes up to me and pushes me saying "You calle dme a pigeon you fucking twat faced cunt!" and I look at him and tell him to fuck off and push him back and throw a punch and in my drunkeness missed.

I did not call him a pigeon I dont even talk to the dick and if I was going to call him something it would be a fat prick.

About 10 guys I know and ones he knows got in between us to beak it up and they were telling him not to be a cunt and fight a drunk. And I was trying to get at im and saying i was gonna swing to knock his fuckin head off, and then the bouncer was dragged away by his friends and were tellin him not to be a stupid cunt pickin fights with lads who are drunk and younger than him and with about 10 lads around them.

So what the fuck is with that? A sober bouncer decides to pick a fight with me. Fucked up night

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Punctured bicycle on a hillside, desolate,
Could nature make a man of me yet?

sorry that things didn't go all well

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'Cause I really always knew that my little crime
would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs