Show No Fear: A Bouncer's Diary by Bill Carson Page B

further, I think the job was definitely getting to me, my tolerance barriers were becoming far too easy to breach. I must admit I wanted to take them on, at that moment when I walked out of the door of the club I wasn’t aware of anything, the other lads as far as I was concerned didn’t exist. I just had one thought, steam straight in and start clumping.
On leaving the club that night just as we were about to get into the motor we here someone shouting in our direction. I thought it was the drug dealer and his mates coming back for a tear up but no, it was someone else shouting some form of abuse at Pete.
He thought it might have been someone he had barred a while back; this guy was a young stocky black lad of no more than about twenty, twenty-two maximum. Basically he was showing off in front of a large group of his pals and shouting at the top of his voice. I tell him to shut the fuck up, he tells me to come and shut him up, such arrogance can only be rewarded in one way, his challenge was accepted. Pete could see what was going to happen and says-
“Ignore it lets get in the motor”.
Which was probably sound advice, it was not long after the encounter with the drug dealer so my blood was still up. I could hear more abuse coupled with laughter, I wasn’t having it, who the hell does he think he is? Within a few seconds I was half way across the road ready to do battle with our tormentor. As I approached he started to dance about giving a pathetic little Bruce Lee impersonation, he thought it was all a big joke. I didn’t say anything; I just moved in quickly, closed the gap and clumped him really hard with a powerful right hook which smashed into the side of his skull, just as I threw the punch he lent forward a fraction in an effort to duck out of the way and so the blow didn’t find its correct target area. It was a very powerful blow, which actually upended him; one minute his head was there the next thing I saw was his feet. Who’s laughing now I thought? The blow had broken one of the knuckles in my right hand, which was starting to swell up big time; it didn’t matter though I still had my left.
The guy was on his back as Simon ran over and he decided to give his own rendition of river dance on the guy’s head and began stamping repeatedly on his nose. I stopped him after two or three stamps; he looked as if he was enjoying it a bit too much. Then one of his pals decides to help his fallen comrade, Simon deals with him buy literally kicking his arse up and down the high street. The busy traffic had come to a halt to view the spectacle, a double decker bus pulls up and the driver decides to stick his head out of the window to have ago at us. I tell him to mind his own business; the way we were carrying on he was lucky he didn’t get a slap as well. He got the message and fucked off sharpish. I think there must be a full moon out tonight or something.
Pete had decided to call it a day, he said that he’d had enough basically, he had been showing signs of disinterest for a while, and he wasn’t training as much as he used to either so it came as no surprise really. He suggested that we both turn it in. We had started together so we probably should have finished at the same time. I decided to stay on.
What can I say about Pete, his friendship and loyalty was greatly appreciated. It takes a considerable amount of courage to do this job, especially the way we did it. I knew that without a doubt he would be there when I needed him and vice versa. We always got on well; I don’t think we ever had a disagreement in all the years I’ve known him. He could be very witty at times as well, which always helped during the more stressful moments.
The scars you acquire while exercising courage will never make you feel inferior. D.A. Battista.
     
     
     

 
    CHAPTER FIVE

My Manor

We have a new member of the team to replace Pete he was a mate of Simon’s; small in stature but relatively confident and likeable. He was