So right then, me and some of me mates were playing cruds right during the summer of 89, right? We had a couple of drinks at our pub, was good stuff, I had a couple of White Cubans and was currently nursing a pint or three, when some fuckin' Chavs walked in like they owned the place.

They started causing some crap when they noticed me and my mates drinkin' alone, and they thought they could flirt with me and oogle my baps.

See that didn't go too well with my geese, and they started a fight, before I knew what was up or down, one of the filthy buggers took a swing at me noggin with a broken off bottle. Things got a bit crazy, and in the confusion I guess most of the chavs were torn apart or brutally cut up, can't recall which was which or what I did, need to lay back on those heavy drinks I suppose.