oh i remember it well, since it was the last one i had, at university this judo black-belt started teasing me: wanna fight, wanna fight? huh? you have a black-belt in judo, and i have only the experience of casual brawling? you think i'm stupid or somethin'? anyway, this last fight i was in happened outside a classroom, year 8, meaning both of us were aged 11 / 12... ever see a guy get killed right before your eye from a single punch to the head? and you're standing, like... 5 metres away from the incident? no? you should check it out... i remember seeing it, a crowd gathered, and all i said when walking away: that guy isn't going to see another sunshine's worth of day, he's going to be sniffing pansies from the root up... anyway, this last fight... outside a classroom... i even remember the guy i was fighting... kieran o'ma-ma-ma-**-**-née... but at that age, we knew our limits... body punches, i distinctly remember punching him in the kidney area of his back... the teacher seperated us, then he started crying in class... i just told him to shut up... and mr. morrison's grimace just stole the whole show... what class was it? c.t.d. ******* with wood, metal hammers and whatever tools... what's up with kieran these days? he's a bouncer... standing outside nightclubs; so who the **** can say, that wasn't the best lesson he ever learned at school? but come on... barefist, in the face? you don't do that! that's not cool! body-hits... make it go on for a while... but if you're going to hit the face... do what boxers do... wear gloves... for ****'s sake! it's just not cool, esp. if it's a scenario of walking outside a romford nightclub, arguing about a girl... ****** lay there on the pavement... and he just had that sort of "body language" of resembling a coffin... that's all i could conjure... like in loony toons... where a character turns into a *******; ****** ain't moving... ******'s dead; but i guess watching a suicide happen will be more traumatißing.