My worst bar fight ever was a bunch of South Africans vs. a bunch of South London hardnuts. Boy did that kick off. I was working in the pub at the time. I removed all the bottles and glasses and let them have it with their fists. The Londoners won (of course) but they were in the right. Then a copper walked in and they all stopped. Just like that.
My favourite barfight ever was when two Irish drunks wrestled their way through the pub I was in. The barman took a run up, vaulted the bar between two pillars only three feet apart, landed, split them up and threw them out in one long smooth motion. Pure ballet.
My favourite barfight ever was when two Irish drunks wrestled their way through the pub I was in. The barman took a run up, vaulted the bar between two pillars only three feet apart, landed, split them up and threw them out in one long smooth motion. Pure ballet.