Re: Fisticuffs
Once, when I was on my way from the hospital to a Health Centre for a meeting, I thought I could hear a cat in distress. As I passed the end of an alley I saw a skinhead type person with a kitten held by it's scruff and he was rubbing it's face against the brick wall, I shouted at him to stop - and he didn't. Next thing I knew, I had dropped my brief case, grabbed him by the shirt front and smacked him in the mouth - hard enough to draw blood! Fortunately for me he was too astonished to retaliate and ran off.
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