
Originally Posted by
Pickles2
Of course it went further,...sometimes.
Boys will be boys, & although I couldn't fight my way out of a paper bag there were fights, some I lost, some I won. But after EVERY fight, we ended up mates,.....for a long time. The secret was, standing up for myself. So, that's what I did, & I was very soon accepted. I'm still friends with some of those guys...and they still call me a "Pommy Bastard"!
Pickles.
Back in the late 50's, early 60's, you learned to fight at an early age. If Dad heard you hadn't stuck up for yourself, you got the strap. If you didn't put your hands up against " bullies ", you copped a flogging, and no respect. If you had a go, you gained respect. My Dads favourite saying was " It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog". Wish I had never heard of that saying, it got me a lot of bruises, but also a lot of good mates, Bob 
I’m pretty sure the dinosaurs died out when they stopped gathering food and started having meetings to discuss gathering food
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