If ever there was an eventful night of the week, it would be Saturday. It seemed innocent enough, going to a local pub we all love, for the good drinks and great service. For some reason, the dart board was calling to us this time, and let me tell you, it has been a long time since I have thrown any darts. Fi and I had an epic game of 301, which she narrowly beat me at, on the last double. If anything it has made me miss archery sorely.
It was not until we moved onto another pub, a rather hardcore metal pub, that things took a turn for the worse. One of the great things about the pub is the live acts, if you're into that kind of music. We were trying to get photos, and Fi got knocked about, which sparked a friend off into a fight with the careless drunk. They were separated, but spotted each other again soon after and ended up brawling again, I was slightly trampled, but unscathed. Can't quite say that for my friend though. This is one of the few shots Fi got before the action all began:
It was not until we moved onto another pub, a rather hardcore metal pub, that things took a turn for the worse. One of the great things about the pub is the live acts, if you're into that kind of music. We were trying to get photos, and Fi got knocked about, which sparked a friend off into a fight with the careless drunk. They were separated, but spotted each other again soon after and ended up brawling again, I was slightly trampled, but unscathed. Can't quite say that for my friend though. This is one of the few shots Fi got before the action all began:
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