It was worth it, you cunt.
Jesus, the Solemn Novena isnât what it used to beâŚ
Costelloes, Kid.
So some hipster with no lenses in his glasses kicked the shit out of you?
Imagine getting beaten up in Costellos? 
Your best chance of getting knocked out there would be from the smell of B.O. off the crusty cunts.
Was up there recently. Flan still taking fivers at the door and leering at half dressed young wans.
I last got a box in the head when on holidays in Spain in 2004.
You wonât be surprised to learn that Iâve deserved a few more since then but nobody has obliged.
Although there was that Munster rugby football fan who aggressively grabbed me around 5 years ago.
Havenât been in a year, if not more. Good old Flan tho⌠Sad day when that place goes.
Easy knowing yourself and @TreatyStones have never been with the outdated sterotypes. Some of the most vicious fights iâve seen have been up there due to lack of security- I was involved in three of themâŚI canât say any more for libel reasons.
There are no half dressed young wans in costelloes.
:rolleyes:
You get all kinds up there- Hipsters, metellers, young wans done up to the nines, lads in hoodies, mods, punks, average joes, ravers, rugby fans, hip hoppers,
I donât care if your built like king kong, a blindside punch will buckle any man ⌠you should never put yourself in a position to receive one when a row , especially a drunken one, kicks offâŚgoing into the middle of it is a recipe for disasterâŚstay out of it or else hang around the periphery where you can jab and move⌠thereâs is absolutely no honour in a drunken street brawl so no point pretending there is by going into the middle with the dukes upâŚ
You get all kinds up there- Hipsters, metellers, young wans done up to the nines, lads in hoodies, mods, punks, average joes, ravers, rugby fans, hip hoppers,[/QUOTE]
I know that you cunt. But half dressed young wans are not a regular demographic there. @Elvis Brandenberg Kremmen, go stroll past angel lane for half dressed young wans, you donât get them in costelloes. Costelloes doesnât even approach icon. Youâd be lucky to find five attractive girls in costelloes (theyâll be from the art college).
Correct. Iâve never been with an outdated stereotype. I just donât find them attractive.
I learned this eventuallyâŚafter another incident.
Outside of a few minor skirmishes the last right punch I took was outside the banana bar strip club in Amsterdam about 8 years ago. This big black bastard was thrown out for being too drunk so we were singing cheerio and laughing at him giving it big licks, I stumbled out loaded later when who was waiting outside to plant one on me, my African friend, he was all muscles but it was a shit punch, however due to inebriation and the cobbled streets of the red light district I hit the deck. A poster on this forum stepped in and grabbed the prick to prevent further damage, taking a few digs himself in the process.
The hardest punch I ever took was, as alluded to above, trying to defuse a row, in eyre square one night. I stood between two lads talking to the one in knew when a lad a full foot shorter than me belted me twice, I literally saw stars and was opened, bleeding for hours. Couldnât understand it after until I was told by someone who said they knew him that he was in a boxing club, I then remembered old advice I was given by an English teacher to never fight a real boxer in the street. How the fuck was I to know, he wasnât wearing a red singlet or anything. It wasnât much of a fight though, by fuck did that hurt.
[QUOTE=âmaroonandwhite, post: 1130858, member: 1406â]Outside of a few minor skirmishes the last right punch I took was outside the banana bar strip club in Amsterdam about 8 years ago. This big black bastard was thrown out for being too drunk so we were singing cheerio and laughing at him giving it big licks, I stumbled out loaded later when who was waiting outside to plant one on me, my African friend, he was all muscles but it was a shit punch, however due to inebriation and the cobbled streets of the red light district I hit the deck. A poster on this forum stepped in and grabbed the prick to prevent further damage, taking a few digs himself in the process.
The hardest punch I ever took was, as alluded to above, trying to defuse a row, in eyre square one night. I stood between two lads talking to the one in knew when a lad a full foot shorter than me belted me twice, I literally saw stars and was opened, bleeding for hours. Couldnât understand it after until I was told by someone who said they knew him that he was in a boxing club, I then remembered old advice I was given by an English teacher to never fight a real boxer in the street. How the fuck was I to know, he wasnât wearing a red singlet or anything. It wasnât much of a fight though, by fuck did that hurt.[/QUOTE]
The banana bar :D:clap:
Aboy the kid!
Took two blindside digs from some Nordie playing football a couple of weeks ago. He flattened me off the ball from behind , so without giving it a thought I got up and flattened him, and forgot completely about it til he tried to hit me a slap when I was tackling another lad. Lousy swing of a handbag is all, the all threats and bluster. Two funny things, 1. It happened right in front of the ref, who merely, in true manc GAA fashion, changed it from a free to them to a throw ball. 2. His midfield pal told me heâd âfucking drapâ me if I hit your man off the ball again (bear in mind that the first lad was a good size himself). I simply replied that he had hit me first. âOh, sorry thenâ said your man.
I knocked a lad clean out in temple bar in September 1999, was it anyone here?
Someone knocked me out with a slap outside mor disco below in cork in 97, Hope it was not Kev or turenne