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<p>Working in the Outback i saw some epic brawls. Often involving mates. Start on the dance floor, and roll around both ways (past the bars and through the toilets) towards the back bar, and then finally out to the square. Rugby season was always good fun.</p>
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<p>again, outside of the rugby field, closest I got to a dust-up was when I was overseas was when I was in Egypt...we had gone on a horse drawn carriage (me, Mrs TR, sis-in-law and another lady off the boat we were on) and the dude took our photo and demanded money when we got back to get on the boat.</p>
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<p>As they were focused on me, I made sure the females boarded the boat promptly before he called his 3 bigger mates over to talk to me about giving him the 5 Egyptian pounds (think was about £0.50 at the time??) got a bit pushy shovy, luckily most of the Egyptians are small, and I was rugby fit with a playing weight of 100kg, so looked rather big in comparison...so I played the pushy shovy, one of them came close to getting me with a soft punch/slap but by this time I had all but gotten to the walkway back to the boat, I had taken apples form the boat for the skinny as horses, and offered them up as payment, they took them and started eating them and lost interest....</p> -
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<p>Obviously after a couple of years of that malarky eventually you have enough and fight back. I still remember the first 'customer' when I decided I'd had enough. Probably the cleanest punch I've ever landed on someone he went farking flying and after that I was all hmmm that was kinda fun.. <strong>would never start anything with anyone tho, just no longer back down</strong>.</p>
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<p>Liars!</p>
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<p>You wouldn't just steal a North Habour flag off a fan at a sheild challenge (in North Harbour) and burn the flag right in front of him???</p> -
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<p>Liars!</p>
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<p>You wouldn't just steal a North Habour flag off a fan at a sheild challenge (in North Harbour) and burn the flag right in front of him???</p>
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<p>wow. shit just escalated</p> -
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<p>feral Waikato bogans!</p>
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<p>thugs! bullies! disgraceful behaviour</p>
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<p>in worse jerseys</p>
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<p><strong>Working in the Outback i saw some epic brawls</strong>. Often involving mates. Start on the dance floor, and roll around both ways (past the bars and through the toilets) towards the back bar, and then finally out to the square. Rugby season was always good fun.</p>
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<p>But field days was the best. Farmers v students. different worlds collide. </p>
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<p>Weirdly, I can't ever remember any fights at the Outback - I must have been so smashed I was oblivious to it all ....</p> -
<p>holy shit, you can't have been looking very hard. Most got dealt with (to) pretty quickly though</p>
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<p>Also found London to be about a 100 times safer than NZ when walking down the street at night. Palmy was bad for uni, being a short skinny white kid I was an easy target for the exact type of feral we've all run into at some point. I had to rely on my guile to get out of situations especially since I couldn't really run for shit. </p>
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<p>One of my more impressive performances I was heading back from town about 3am and was walking through that alleyway with the Celtic and I think 'All Bar 3' on it. Anyway there were 3 guys in the alleyway who looked to have just left a bar, and I could tell already by the way they were looking at me that I wasn't going past without some sort of remark or incident. Sure enough as I avoided eye contact while walking past one of them stuck out his leg to trip me up.</p>
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<p>I didn't quite go all the way down, as I was sort of expecting it, anyway the guy who tripped me made some sort of asshole comment..and I'm not sure what came over me exactly..might have been the booze, might have been some inspiration from a movie or a book I had watched/read..but I took a pretty massive gamble, looked the dickhead right in the eye and said 'Bahwa ah wah ahh ba!' (basically I was imitating what I thought a deaf person would say in my situation..but very loudly..)</p>
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<p>Anyway I got some pretty strange looks from theses dickheads three. A mixture of shock and cynicism mostly. They said something else prickish and realising to myself now that I was so balls deep in this situation that I had to go through with it 110% or I was going to get my head smacked in I again responded loudly 'Bawah ahh baa wwaa baa'...complete with some no doubt absurd sign-language I had made up on the spot. Now this split the group somewhat. One dickhead was sure I was faking it and wanted to crack me..the other two not so sure. I was questioned a few more times about whether I was faking it, I responded again loudly with my deaf person noises and sign language making a big effort to indicate my ears didn't work. At this point I was hoping I would have at least attracted the attention of a passerby who might want to come to my aid but..not such luck. There was either no one about or no one really gave a shit at 3am in Palmy. So analysing the situation I figured while the group was in disagreement it would be my best shot of making my escape, I said something else nonsensical and indicated I was walking away. I could hear them arguing with each other behind me, I was walking with my back to them almost with my eyes closed awaiting the inevitable reign of blows. I heard them close behind and felt a half arsed shove..but that was it. As calmly as I could I walked through the alleyway, across the road..and a litte further for good measure, then very maturely at a safe distance turned around and yelled out to them that I wasn't in fact deaf and they were in fact a bunch of fluffybunnies..and then I scarpered home as fast as my little legs could carry me.</p> -
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<p>Also found London to be about a 100 times safer than NZ when walking down the street at night. Palmy was bad for uni, being a short skinny white kid I was an easy target for the exact type of feral we've all run into at some point. I had to rely on my guile to get out of situations especially since I couldn't really run for shit. </p>
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<p>I'd not been back for 3 years & had been living in Harlesden (think gun crime capital of London) and travelled to Nairobi, Tangiers, Marseille - all places with a bit of a reputation. And I stopped off in Huntly to get a pie & it dawned on my that was easily the most on edge I'd felt in the previous 3 years. I'd not remotely put it past the average pissed up Kiwi to punch out a deaf bloke for looking at him funny.</p>
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<p>On the plus side I think it does contribute to the chilled out attitude most kiwis have when travelling. Sort of a "this doesn't seem too bad, I once got Maccas at 3am in Hamilton".</p>
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<p>I always feel its a shame there were no Rwanda style masacres in NZ as I really think a bunch of South Auckland street kids on glue would make a cracking, if somewhat disorganised, strike force. Like a less "feel good" version of Beasts of No Nation </p> -
<br><br><blockquote class="ipsBlockquote" data-author="Rembrandt" data-cid="569963" data-time="1459854291"><p>As calmly as I could I walked through the alleyway, across the road..and a litte further for good measure, then very maturely at a safe distance turned around and yelled out to them that I wasn't in fact deaf and they were in fact a bunch of fluffybunnys..and then I scarpered home as fast as my little legs could carry me.</p></blockquote>
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<p>Has anybody ever actually gained anything by fighting?</p>
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<p>Exactly.</p>
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<p>Head injuries. Seen a few of those, normally from one punch and a head connecting with the concrete. </p>
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<p>Gone are the days described by a lot of the ferners where a guy went down, everybody stopped and went home. Now roided up 18 year olds want to repeatedly put the boot in and think nothing of going five or six on one. </p> -
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<p>I'd not been back for 3 years & had been living in Harlesden (think gun crime capital of London) and travelled to Nairobi, Tangiers, Marseille - all places with a bit of a reputation. And I stopped off in Huntly to get a pie & it dawned on my that was easily the most on edge I'd felt in the previous 3 years. I'd not remotely put it past the average pissed up Kiwi to punch out a deaf bloke for looking at him funny.</p>
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<p><strong>On the plus side I think it does contribute to the chilled out attitude most kiwis have when travelling. Sort of a "this doesn't seem too bad, I once got Maccas at 3am in Hamilton".</strong></p>
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<p>I always feel its a shame there were no Rwanda style masacres in NZ as I really think a bunch of South Auckland street kids on glue would make a cracking, if somewhat disorganised, strike force. Like a less "feel good" version of Beasts of No Nation </p>
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<p>More than a few times I walked down a main road in Taipei (pop 6m) by myself at 3am. Wouldn't dream of doing that in NZ.</p> -
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<p>Head injuries. Seen a few of those, normally from one punch and a head connecting with the concrete. </p>
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<p>Gone are the days described by a lot of the ferners where a guy went down, everybody stopped and went home. Now roided up 18 year olds want to repeatedly put the boot in and think nothing of going five or six on one. </p>
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<p>I honestly cannot even imagine the type of bullshit you guys have to put up with from obnoxious drunk fuckwits in town. I just cannot stand the "macho man" culture in NZ. I'm not interested in going to town in the weekends anymore, just too much bullshit everywhere from absolute creeps to aggro dickheads.</p>
