A Street Fight Spittle accompanied the words as he spat them out towards me.  He was right in my face…. his eyes were wide, his chest raised and arms outstretched  to make himself look bigger…  There was no way he was going to let me pass.. They were classic ‘chavs’ baseball caps, vests, tattoos, bling jewelry and mandatory cans of ‘Special Brew with Staffordshire Bull Terrier in tow, they had obviously been drinking all day along with taking other narcotic substances and had become loud and insulting. I had received the odd ‘glare’ but thought nothing of it but when … Continue reading A Street Fight