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What year, I would say 1971 when Bars slipped from Stage Bands to Disco.

I was there with my 70 SF0 when a somewhat friend slipped boiled grams of useless weed to patrons.

They didn't call him Slippery Dick for nothing.

All Hell broke loose and within a flash of a second and a 250lb giant charged through the mass of fisticuffs and upped turned tables targeted my direction.

Lucky a 160 lb English friend defended me by tripping the charging monster whom collapsed under my chair. At 136lbs, I kept the monster pinned until 4 OPP Officers appeared and we all LAUGHED and drank at the Bar.

I met a Bar Maid at the time. I will always love Marny. In 73 we had a rather embarrassing incident that broke us up.

She and I went through a hell lot of shit in our short relationship - Unforgettable - But we were young !

Lots of bruises and broken paraphernalia but no charges laid - What a Party ;o)

Location the Woodland Hotel - Owned by Leo Bartozzie between Hanmer and Val Caron in the Sudbury Basin - Doesn't  exist anymore.

Same corner that killed 9 people in a Service Station Gas Tank explosion in around 1958. The Woodland Hotel was built on the site.

In 58 I was 10 years old. In say 71, time of the brawl, I was 23 and owned a 70 750SF.  Dates maybe be not accurate but close.
 
No shit ...... there I was!!

I remember being in a bar in Sudbury in the mid 70's but can't remember the name. I had just come from building road right of way near Gogama. Met a few Franglophones from Hearst who had also just got out of the bush and ended up drinking with them for the evening. Turns out that they were not well regarded around there and there were quite a few scraps but I managed to keep back and keep the beer on the table. Good times.

Jim
 
HJ, you should have been in the Peter Pond Hotel in YMM on a Friday night (maybe you were) in the early 70s, everyone fighting over tables someone was trying to save for their buddies who were driving in from the Syncrude site under construction at the time.
Stu
 
psg said:
HJ, you should have been in the Peter Pond Hotel in YMM on a Friday night (maybe you were) in the early 70s, everyone fighting over tables someone was trying to save for their buddies who were driving in from the Syncrude site under construction at the time.
Stu
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I never made it there until about 1986 ..... I don't think much had changed.

Jim
 
The funniest fight I ever saw occurred in the Melbourne Bar outside the Sambawang Naval Base in Singapore in 1969. Warships from Aus, the UK and NZ were in port and as usual the Aussies and Kiwis were having a disagreement that came to blows. The Poms stood back enjoying the show until the Kiwis got the upper hand and they then decided to give them a hand. Wrong move, the ANZAC tradition kicked in and the Kiwis and Aussies gave the Poms a good flogging.
Although Australian, I was serving in the RN and knew enough to know what would happen and stayed well out of it.
 
I'll probably be chucked off a motorcycle forum for admitting this, but in my entire life I don't recall ever having thrown a punch at anyone in anger. I've pulled apart people who were brawling, and copped the occasional whack in the process, but never retaliated. Even when I caught a couple of young blokes who were stealing stuff from my shed, I just grabbed them and put them in a head-lock, one under each arm and dragged them outside.
I can think of a few people in the world who could do with good slapping, but it's unlikely to be me who dishes it out. I guess I must be a pacifist at heart.
 
Something to be proud of, Cam. I really hate seeing men (and occasionally women) reduced to violence in public. Never found it amusing and never will. My almost 16yo son loves watching that UFC stuff and whacks a punching bag for exercise, but I've told him I'd much prefer he walk (or run) away from thugs than enter the fray if they threaten him. Wants to join a boxing gym. If it means fitness and the confidence to protect himself, so be it, but if it promotes the enjoyment of fist fighting, no way.

There are times when self-defence it essential, but barroom brawling? ... a touch too neanderthal for me.
 
How in Hell am I going to get to you Marnie from Hornpanye for next 2 months ?

I am a CNR Rail Traffic Controller Rail Dispatcher ;o(

Might be able to work my time off for a week per month - No telling what's it's going to my brain !

Really no matter how much you make she would never trust your stability or the company.
 
I got to see a Scottish Borders barfight about 27 years ago. There was no lead up, no name calling, no warning at all ........ just the sound of chairs tipping over and two fellows going at it tooth and nails ......... made Begbie's fight in Trainspotting look like a couple of kids slapping each other. The most amazing part was the two girlfriends immediately broke a drinking glass and stood at their man's back making sure no one else joined in. Five minutes later they were back drinking and best of friends.

Jim
 
Aside from some amusement, what I got from this is that there's another Hanmer in the world. Ours is deep in the Lewis Pass in the Southern Alps and in '58 was still the place we sent alcoholics to dry out.....It's a resort town now. Suffering from the lack of tourists.
 
The old Hanmer Springs what a great place particularly the Lewis pass.
I was over there a few years ago on my Moto Guzzi Norge having a great scratch when I came upon a chap at the petrol station in what appeared to be a shitty Hyusong  he was riding through to Christchurch so I thought I would give him a riding lesson, well I am afraid to say he gave me the lesson and blew me away, I persisted and could just manage to stay on his tail but it was not easy.
We stopped at Christchurch and I told him that he was a talented rider on such a shitty bike I couldn't believe it, until he confessed and showed me under the bodywork with the Hyusong badges revealed an 851 Ducati superbike and as I looked further was wearing slicks and the number plates were held on with cable ties, what a blast then topped it off with some icy cold Monteiths in shakey town.
 
Ha! What a crazy tale, Maurice!! One beast of a Hyosung!

The film 'Once Were Warriors' demonstrated what real bar fights look like. Very violent, very fast, very scary.
 
Piranha Brother 2 said:
Something to be proud of, Cam. I really hate seeing men (and occasionally women) reduced to violence in public. Never found it amusing and never will. My almost 16yo son loves watching that UFC stuff and whacks a punching bag for exercise, but I've told him I'd much prefer he walk (or run) away from thugs than enter the fray if they threaten him. Wants to join a boxing gym. If it means fitness and the confidence to protect himself, so be it, but if it promotes the enjoyment of fist fighting, no way.

There are times when self-defence it essential, but barroom brawling? ... a touch too neanderthal for me.
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fully agree.
 
Funny thing happened to me when I tried to break up a fight. I was in UK, about 1990 I think. I met up with an old girlfriend for lunch (an Aussie ex-pat living in UK). As we were walking along a street somewhere in the middle of London, there was a sudden commotion on the other side of the road. A bloke had bashed a woman to the ground and was kicking the crap out of her with his boot. People walking past all looked the other way as if nothing was happening. Perhaps that's just how things are in big cities. Maybe it's just Londoners. I dunno, but it seems nobody wants to get involved in other peoples' problems.

Not being a mega-city dweller myself, it seemed an untenable situation to me. So I ran across the street, grabbed the bloke and pulled him away from his victim. He was a scrawny little bugger so not much of a physical challenge for me. I got in between them so he couldn't kick her, and was holding the bloke by the scruff of the neck. He looked terrified, probably thinking he was about to get a kicking himself, but I was only trying to get him to calm down. In the meantime the woman, who had been on the ground behind me, got up and started belting me around the head with her puny little fists while yelling at me to leave her husband alone.

By this time, everyone nearby had stopped ignoring what was going on and were all gawking in amazement. I dunno whether it was my intervention they found so surprising or her reaction. But the scene evidently provided them with some entertainment.

Anyway, I guess it was a win of sorts. There's nothing like uniting people against a common enemy to stop them fighting each other. I figured my marriage counselling work was done and made a quick exit. :D
 
Couple things about Dick - He could play an innovated Guitar, competitive in sports but was insensitive toward friends and always Greedy. Really, he caused all kinds issues just knowing him. Lost track of him in my early 20's and often wondered whatever became of him ?

Other then causing Bar Brawls, he thought T-REX was the ultimate Band - Had to be or he thought he was a King Pin - He was always under my suspicion - Quit the adventure to know him - I did my best to keep out of the trouble he got into  ;o)

The thing was he was smart with a Hi-IQ - Go Figure - I do believe he was a lonely person. He was not a Motorcyclists but did own a rather run down 1956 Austin Healey which I kept tuned for him.

He was addicted to Meth (Pervitin) in the late 60's and early 70's when I knew him ;o(

Do you know Hitler ran his Armies on Pervitin ?
 
Dellortoman said:
Funny thing happened to me when I tried to break up a fight. I was in UK, about 1990 I think. I met up with an old girlfriend for lunch (an Aussie ex-pat living in UK). As we were walking along a street somewhere in the middle of London, there was a sudden commotion on the other side of the road. A bloke had bashed a woman to the ground and was kicking the crap out of her with his boot. People walking past all looked the other way as if nothing was happening. Perhaps that's just how things are in big cities. Maybe it's just Londoners. I dunno, but it seems nobody wants to get involved in other peoples' problems.

Not being a mega-city dweller myself, it seemed an untenable situation to me. So I ran across the street, grabbed the bloke and pulled him away from his victim. He was a scrawny little bugger so not much of a physical challenge for me. I got in between them so he couldn't kick her, and was holding the bloke by the scruff of the neck. He looked terrified, probably thinking he was about to get a kicking himself, but I was only trying to get him to calm down. In the meantime the woman, who had been on the ground behind me, got up and started belting me around the head with her puny little fists while yelling at me to leave her husband alone.

By this time, everyone nearby had stopped ignoring what was going on and were all gawking in amazement. I dunno whether it was my intervention they found so surprising or her reaction. But the scene evidently provided them with some entertainment.

Anyway, I guess it was a win of sorts. There's nothing like uniting people against a common enemy to stop them fighting each other. I figured my marriage counselling work was done and made a quick exit. :D
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I?ve long thought that if two brothers are fighting and a third party intervenes the brothers will stop fighting each other and turn on the third party. Our politicians should bear that in mind when they meddle in certain foreign affairs.
 
Dellortoman said:
Funny thing happened to me when I tried to break up a fight. I was in UK, about 1990 I think. I met up with an old girlfriend for lunch (an Aussie ex-pat living in UK). As we were walking along a street somewhere in the middle of London, there was a sudden commotion on the other side of the road. A bloke had bashed a woman to the ground and was kicking the crap out of her with his boot. People walking past all looked the other way as if nothing was happening. Perhaps that's just how things are in big cities. Maybe it's just Londoners. I dunno, but it seems nobody wants to get involved in other peoples' problems.

Not being a mega-city dweller myself, it seemed an untenable situation to me. So I ran across the street, grabbed the bloke and pulled him away from his victim. He was a scrawny little bugger so not much of a physical challenge for me. I got in between them so he couldn't kick her, and was holding the bloke by the scruff of the neck. He looked terrified, probably thinking he was about to get a kicking himself, but I was only trying to get him to calm down. In the meantime the woman, who had been on the ground behind me, got up and started belting me around the head with her puny little fists while yelling at me to leave her husband alone.

By this time, everyone nearby had stopped ignoring what was going on and were all gawking in amazement. I dunno whether it was my intervention they found so surprising or her reaction. But the scene evidently provided them with some entertainment.

Anyway, I guess it was a win of sorts. There's nothing like uniting people against a common enemy to stop them fighting each other. I figured my marriage counselling work was done and made a quick exit. :D
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I live in London, have done for forty-three years, and I've had that same experience, twice!
 
Dellortoman said:
Funny thing happened to me when I tried to break up a fight. I was in UK, about 1990 I think. I met up with an old girlfriend for lunch (an Aussie ex-pat living in UK). As we were walking along a street somewhere in the middle of London, there was a sudden commotion on the other side of the road. A bloke had bashed a woman to the ground and was kicking the crap out of her with his boot. People walking past all looked the other way as if nothing was happening. Perhaps that's just how things are in big cities. Maybe it's just Londoners. I dunno, but it seems nobody wants to get involved in other peoples' problems.

Not being a mega-city dweller myself, it seemed an untenable situation to me. So I ran across the street, grabbed the bloke and pulled him away from his victim. He was a scrawny little bugger so not much of a physical challenge for me. I got in between them so he couldn't kick her, and was holding the bloke by the scruff of the neck. He looked terrified, probably thinking he was about to get a kicking himself, but I was only trying to get him to calm down. In the meantime the woman, who had been on the ground behind me, got up and started belting me around the head with her puny little fists while yelling at me to leave her husband alone.

By this time, everyone nearby had stopped ignoring what was going on and were all gawking in amazement. I dunno whether it was my intervention they found so surprising or her reaction. But the scene evidently provided them with some entertainment.

Anyway, I guess it was a win of sorts. There's nothing like uniting people against a common enemy to stop them fighting each other. I figured my marriage counselling work was done and made a quick exit. :D
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You hadn't any experience in violent marital relations at the time.

Paul
 
Paul Marx said:
You hadn't any experience in violent marital relations at the time.
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I still don't. I've never really understood what motivates people to violence. While I can imagine circumstances that would cause me to respond with violence, they're not the sort of things that happen in normal human interaction.
 
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