I was 16 going on 17.....
.....at sixth form college.
There was a student night at a club in Portsmouth that me and my mate decided to go to.
We arrived at Portsmouth station and proceeded to enter the first pub we came across for some "pre-party drinks".
We supped our pints of cider very slowly (as we were only young) and commented on the lack of females in the establishment.
That was because it was a Gay man's pub (about 2 lesbian couples in but that didn't really register at the time). Not that Gay pubs are bad, just when you're 17 and not wanting to appear anything other than hetero of the year it's a bit stressful!
But this was bit a mere prelude to the main event of my tale.
The next pub/bar we dared enter seemed ok. We strolled up to the bar, ordered our beers (no ID required, nice).
Next we notice 2 lads next to us drinking at the bar. One obviously a bit worse for wear, t'other giggling like a freak at his friends pissedness.
What I saw next has stuck with me ever since.
Pissed guy proceeds to bite into his glass, removing about a third from 1 side of it into his mouth.
He then chews the glass so as a crunching sound is heard, followed by the flow of blood from each side of his lips.
It didn't stop.
For ages.

I alert Barman who obviously wasn't expecting this sort of activity.

He runs outside to nearby club and grabs a bouncer who does the obligatory,

What I remember most is the image of his friend, laughing, laughing and laughing at this occurance.

Nothing surprises me now. Unfortunately.
( jonbontempi, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 22:05, 2 replies)

oh god
that scared me. click!
(Hernandez Fiendish probably won't be here until at least, say, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 0:47, closed)

Well,
that seems about par for Portsmouth.
( gareth_alien will be human again at, Fri 6 Feb 2009, 13:24, closed)