I hit someone at a mate’s wedding. He was treating his drunken wife appallingly and just left her when buses came to pick us up and drop people at hotels. She ended up in our room for a bit as she couldn’t remember what hotel she was staying at, but we decided to wait for another coach and see if she could remember when she saw it. The next coach had him on it and I had a bit of a row with him. I got off at the next stop and he mumbled something at me - I called him a cunt. I got off the bus and was walking away, but he got off the bus and started running at me - I decked him.
I had an awful night’s sleep as I thought it might’ve been the brother of some guy that was a good laugh. Turns out he wasn’t, his wife was the friend of the group and everyone thought he was a cunt. Turned out I was a hero and everyone wanted to talk to me about it.
He had a horrific black eye and had to fly to New York for a job interview on Monday.
