I tried to get there but was blocked at the airport.

They said I was a mate of Jeff's, so no fucking dice...


Just out of curiosity Phil, what are the heights of you guys? So we can get some scale?

I'm 6' 2".  Janet is 5' 8".  Kev seemed a little taller than me.


Phil

I grow a half inch with each beer. I think.

Everything gets bigger and better with each beer!  

Quoted from dogglebe I'm 6' 2".  Janet is 5' 8".  Kev seemed a little taller than me. Phil

Cool. I'm 6' 3" and it looks like Kev is another inch above that.

I better not give him any shit  

I've probably broken up over a thousand fights, Stevie.  But I usually just wrestled them out the door. Broken nose here and there, sometimes mine. Mostly I got lucky. I'm way outta shape now. Janet could of kicked my ass, let alone Phil! Actually, she could probably kick both our asses.

Janet's tried....

We both trained at the same dojo for a few years.


Phil

This whole thing brings back the idea of us having some kind of SS meet. We talked about it for the 10th anniversary, but nothing happened.

Kevin's a beast!  A bear of a man!  If Phil is 6' 2", Kevin's got to be 6' 4" at least.

Kevin, my friend,m you're too big for any midgets, sorry to say.  Leave them for Stevie.

My best trick was this: what do you do when you have a bar with about 325 people in it, and you have a group of 7 or 8 guys, all good size, and you need to throw one of them out because you know he's going to start a fight? Or maybe you want them all to leave.

You take the guy that's the main problem, and you tell him you need to talk to him near the door because it's too loud in here. Once you've tricked him into going to the door, your job's almost done. You've separated him from the pack, and there's no need to drag him through the crowd. If you got him outside, now you just have your doorman not let him back in. Separated from his friends, you'll see the strength drain from the face of even the toughest guys. He's outside looking in, and doesn't know what hit him.

Almost every time, the guy will leave. Before long his buddies will leave to figure out where he is. Problem solved without a battle.

If I was a tough guy, I'd probably never have learned how to be crafty!

Maybe later I'll tell ya how to remove a ghetto crowd without leaving your seat at the bar.

I'm disgusted - there's a meet up for pints and nobody thinks of letting me know! Have passport, will travel!