So I'm in a bar in Devon. I've been out with a PJ, V and the old work gang. Some tracksuit wearing chav comes up to me and tells me that I've called "Tara a fake". Who is Tara? Next thing, there are about six people crowded around our table.
Tracksuit Chav : "If you said it again I'm gonna mess your face up"
Me : "Excellent, I look forward to it"
Everything kicks off and the bars bouncers, as well as bar staff are quickly called to our booth. Some chavs square up to V and PJ; who quickly reminds the girls that she's an E1 girl, and she doesn't take shit from anyone.
S-jane and Lee control the situation with the unsucessful help of the bouncing team, whilst in the mean time I make small talk with a guy who is a friend of a friend, who asks what's going on. To which I reply
"I've no idea but appearntly I'm the centre of it."
These tracksuits are escorted from the pub, and shortly after we leave. On the way out we walk past these ASBOs, who make a snotty comment and are quickly reminded by the Bouncers that they should watch themselves. We then pass the girl who says I called her fake, who whispers under her breath "Prick."
Our night is pretty much over and I have to charter a lift home.
The perks of being a big fish in a small pond eh.