[Closed] Bravest Thing You Have Ever Done?

I did jump into a swimming pool to save a neighbour who couldn't swim.

I also confronted "Anarchy Brian", renowned local punk nutter when my girlfriend said he'd grabbed her. He jumped on me, but I could've had 'im (if a load of his mates hadn't been standing round) 😀

in the middle of the night there was screaming outside my house, a woman/girl, I put a dressing gown on and went out... i think her bf was getting a bit too friendly and she wasnt interested, they'd both had a drink and she was screaming blue murder. I forced them apart and then just before he could hit me a nice police car showed up and I was told to go back inside sir.

its a fine line between brave and stoopid.

I ran half the length of Belmont Street in Aberdeen to help out a mate who was getting a pounding from half a dozen Aberdeen Soccer Casuals.

Actually, not so much brave, as stupid. Happily though, it turned out that they were all pretty hammered, so I came away with just a broken jaw.

I grabbed and held a woman who had stolen some sort of fur coat. She was running up the street with a couple of security bods chasing after her.

Stopping someone (a BBC employee as it happened) having his skull smashed in by it being repeatedly smashed against the road by a drug crazed, muscle bound freak. I did it the only way I knew would work.. knocked him out.

As the initial victim was in hospital with a fractured skull and could initially remember nothing, the police decided it would be great fun to charge me with GBH with racial intent (for no other reason than the assailant was black and I was white) as I broke his cheekbone.

They even trawled the streets the next day trying to invent whitnesses by telling their version of events then asking if anyone saw it. Was a complete stitch up and completely changed my opinion of the police forever.

Thank god one of their invented witnesses told me the story, not knowing it was ME they were trying to stitch up.

oh by the way.. the assailant 'dissapeared'.

Still consider my actions brave, and would do it again, but wouldnt trust the police to do whats right.. Got to get them stats up eh!!

Stepped in to stop my little brother (pre-pubescent 13 yr old at the time) from being set upon by two drunks. Thankfully I got the better of them - their drunken state clearly didn’t help.

Ohh, and I was wearing slippers - all I can remember happening at the time was the thought (as I punched one guy in the face) was 'I’m wearing my slippers, I’m wearing my slippers' 😀

Define "brave". Generally the bravest acts don't have much conscious thought process involved before carrying them out - that certainly goes for what would be my entry which I'm not going into as it's still something which makes me very sad.

Not signing a new Contract for my job as it would disrupt my bike time and hours to my full knowledge that im gonna get redundant of my action.. Believe it or not.. Wasnt bother at all.. Dont know why till now 🙄

Danger****.

My only real moment of 'feeling the fear and doing it anyway' was some years ago on Holiday. The couple in the room next to mine were having a serious domestic dispute which quickly escalated to serious smashing and screaming.

I got dressed, went next door, reached though the nice freshly punched hole in the door and let myself in. I managed to knock the bloke to the bed, gave his Mrs a chance to lock herself in the bathroom and then managed to talk him down until another resident of the hotel (a very burly bloke in boxers) came and backed me up.

The only conscious thought I remember having as I got up to go and sort it out was 'well, I better put some shoes on if I am going to have to give someone a kicking'.

Didn't sleep a wink that night.

Not particularly brave but probably dragging a bloke out of a pick up truck that was on its side. After having an argument with idiots that me breaking the window was going to create sparks that would ignite the spilt petrol. The truck was diesel and there wasn't any that had spilt, the idiots tried to drag me away! Also as far as I am aware breaking glass doesn't create sparks.

once stepped into stop a domestic violence case in the street
He was just punching her in the face whilst he had hold of her hair

After removing him from her she then attacked me screaming leave him alone* ...i did he hit her some more

the Polica arrived and they tried to have me charged with assault
The police did not even ask me my name and arrested them both

* by this time i could smell the boozze on them both and she was dripping with blood so i was not keen on restraining them both

I once showed two newbies how to ride weirwolf drop at Cannock!

I didn't really, I just stood around videoing people make a fist of it, then posted their pathetic efforts on You Tube.

Erm, I didn't really do that either, but had nothing 'brave' to contribute. IGMC...

I had four of the local scumbags sent to prison after they gave me an absolute pasting (they were taking running kicks at my head). Before the trial I was receiving death threats and my home was coincidentally burgled three times.

I have given first aid to a stranger who had been punched to the ground during a mass drunken brawl as the fight went on around me. I was perfectly sober. The guy died a few days later and I had to appear at court as a witness.

I see the first one as braver as the second one was just a snap reaction.

On hols in Lanzarote, kids were only 3 & 4, Mrs Cat woke me at about 1am to the sounds of an almighty row happening on the floor above, so loud it had woken the boys.

I listened and explained that a shouting match is a shouting match and they will probably be mortally embarrassed in the morning at breakfast.

A couple of minutes later we heard some loud bangings and scraping of furniture as well as some pretty heavyweight slapping (the balcony doors on both apartments were open).

I am neither big or hard, but at the sound of someone getting knocked around I ran upstairs and hammered on the door (not another soul to be seen).

I am 5'10" but could see easily over the youth who opened the door - early 20s, very aggressive demeanour and was straight in my face. Wobbly legs time but I calmly suggested that he should stop hitting his wife/girlfriend (she was on the floor sitting under a blanket sobbing, bloody nose and lips) he requested that I make him, I offered to oblige (I was at this point anticipating getting a good shoeing - metaphorically and literally). Amazingly he backed down, seems he wasn't up to fighting anyone who could fight back. I asked the girl to come out and wait in our room but she was way too scared.

As this was happening two of the largest Spanish policemen I have ever seen came into the room, one almost had to duck and turn sideways to get in. He asked me to step into the corridor with his marginally slighter colleague to make a statement whilst he "discussed" the situation with the chap.

The girl was taken into the bathroom to get cleaned up by a woman from another room.

No idea what happened after that as I was told in no uncertain terms that I had done a good thing but was now in the way, so went back to our room.

Next morning, they were at breakfast, together and her face was in a hell of a state. He had quite a few bruises I had not noticed the night before - maybe she had got a few blows during the fight, or not.

Two things amaze me about this - no one else came out to help her and there were rooms adjacent, opposite, above and below, and she was still with him in the morning, clearly she had not pressed charged because he was not in a Spanish gaol.

In my yoof I travelled down the Rio Negro in Brasil on a big paddle steamer. It was basically the local public transport and was rammed full of hammocks strung from every available space, very very much like sardines in a tin. When we docked early one morning, I woke to see a local "character' trying to push a fellow traveller out of his hammock and overboard. I stepped in - not much more than a bit of a wrestle - and stopped it. The local police then came aboard and "discouraged" any further fracas with some very big guns.

Unfortunately my relatively minor injuries were not very well stitched back together again, but at least I have some scars and a good story.

He had quite a few bruises I had not noticed the night before - maybe she had got a few blows during the fight, or not.

My money's on him falling over whilst talking to the police.

Bravest Thing I have Ever Done?

That'll be enter into a thread with TJ harping on about Wave Electricity Generation in that Scottish Land.

Cycling into work one evening I came across a copper getting a kicking from some bloke. It was early evening still daylight and a few people were around but just watching. Without really thinking I stopped dropped the bike, went over and grabbed the guy restraining him while the copper composed himself and then cuffed him. He then thanked me and I went on my way.
Later on it occurred to me to wonder whether the bloke had actually done anything wrong as I've been arrested in the past at the behest of my now ex-wife for some made up nonsense but he was giving the cop a good going over so I reckoned that in itself deserved a night at least in the cells.

As a spotty yoof, working as a glass collector in my local nightclub. At the end of one night was just about to leave when I heard the head of door staff shouting and threatening the boss, the female club manager. Thinking quickly, I knocked on the office door, let myself in, and, shaking like a leaf, asked her "Was there anything else you needed?". She replied that there wasn't. I stayed put. The 7ft head of door staff said I could go now, so I politely pointed out I didn't work for him, nor take instructions from him. The argument therefore went no further.

As he left the head of door staff muttered some menacing threat about letting me off this time but if I ever crossed him again.

My manager gave me £50 cash (in those days a fortune) and thanked me. With the money I was able to get some new clean underpants.

Working in a big restaurant kitchen one night and one of the waitresses came in to get some cream out of this huge 6 foot tall fridge that was sat on top of a metal workbench. The top of the fridge was nearly touching the ceiling, probably about ten foot up.

The girl opened the door and as I watched the legs on the table collapsed and the fridge started falling forwards onto the girl. Completely automatically and without any real thought at all, I sprinted across the kitchen and leapt at her, grabbed her while I was in mid and then we both hit the ground hard as the fridge crashed to the floor where she had been stood. The impact of the fridge on the floor broke a load of tiles.

Brave? Stupid? It's a very fine line. If I'd have thought about it I'd have been more careful I reckon.

I've also had a knife held against my chest completely randomly by a guy in the street while he ranted away about stuff I didn't really understand. I stayed calm throughout, didn't get aggressive or try and disarm him. He eventually legged it. Afterwards I was shaking with shock. Still not brave.

The girl opened the door and as I watched the legs on the table collapsed and the fridge started falling forwards onto the girl. Completely automatically and without any real thought at all, I sprinted across the kitchen and leapt at her, grabbed her while I was in mid and then we both hit the ground hard as the fridge crashed to the floor where she had been stood. The impact of the fridge on the floor broke a load of tiles.

I hope you got her phone number as an absolute minumum. 😉

Me and a mate (who is a policeman) pulled a couple apart at a party who were fighting. We pushed the bloke against the wall and my police mate advised him to calm down. However, as we had him restrained his musses took the opportunity to glass him. 😯

Worked in a rough pub as a student, broken up maaany fights! even got some compo off a lad whom I was throwing out, he took a swing and connected, I got a thick lip and £75 as the police picked him up 2 mins later 🙂

Was in my Gf at the time's shop and spied an undesirable popping some wares into a carrier bag, watched him as he made a b-line for the door, I put myself infront of him and asked if he intended to pay for the stuff.

'Wossit to you', was the response, to which I replied with 'I like to see people pay for things they take, so if you aren't going to pay for it, put it back and **** off'. Off he went.

I was a bit shaken after it, thinking he might have had a go, and probably would have won, but I was taller than him so I guess he overestimated how hard I was!

GF was very appreciative that evening though

Some similarities to Roger the Cat

Stopped two blokes slapping a girl outside a hotel at 2am in the morning in Kos. They turned on me and I stuck up for myself. They then pulled out id and they were police.
I got a good hiding in the back of a police car and 14 days in a Greek gaol!

Not much really although I did once make a citizen's arrest when a drunken gypsy killed a cygnet with a whip in Leamington Spa park in front of some mums and their kids.

I was bricking it I can tell you when I approached him I was expecting it to kick off but I put a hand on his shoulder and his arm behind his back just like in the movies and he didn't resist - probably too pissed. Another bloke joined in and we frog marched the ****er to the police station which was just around the corner.

Got a letter of commendation from West Mercia's Chief Constable

I looked during the caesarian when my daughter was born

daveb wins

1)Attempted (with the help of my lovely wife) to resuscitate a dead/dying man
on the roadside outside Kippford Holiday Park 2 years ago. Sadly we were unsuccessful.

2)Tailed a weaving van driver for 6 miles while the traffic police vectored in on him, then managed to (safely) persuade him to pull over. He was diabetic and hadn't eaten all day.

3)Persuaded two violent drunks that they really should put down the broken bottles they were trying to shove in each other's faces, as a slip the wrong way would have been a murder charge for one or the other.

4)Not accepting a certain beautiful, funny but mixed-up girl's offers of undying love, and persuading her that she really needed to give her marriage another chance.

I hope she did...

Walking home one night and got near the flats where I stayed when I heard a faint beeping noise which got louder until I realised it was the smoke alarm from a downstairs neighbour. Checked the window at the front but couldn't see for the smoke and the window was very hot. tried kicking the door in but it was too sturdy so I ran round the back to check and luckily there was a window on the latch. Forced it open and jumped in,opened the door and got hit by a wave of heat,couldn't see a friggin thing the smoke was so thick, I actually tripped over her in the hall 🙂 Anyways, opened the front door and dragged her out, turns out her tv had gone up in smoke when on standby.
Best part was her brother was a fireman and he arrived a couple of mins later to put it out, thanked me profusely saying I'd get a bravery medal and all that crap only to see him in the paper the next week saying how he had saved his sisters life by dragging her from the burning building.

he had saved his sisters life by dragging her from the burning building.

What a hero. 🙄

Broke up a glaswegian couple having a fight in the street. She beat the shit out of me 🙁

Broke up a glaswegian couple having a fight in the street. She beat the shit out of me

Now that was definitely beyond the brave and into the stupid. I've had some experience with splitting up fighting couples and it seems to rarely be a good idea!

On sight soloed The Brush Off on Rivelin Edge (E4 5c).

Stepped in two two 'yoofs' harassing a young woman on Halloween a few years back. They ended up confronting me with bottles but I managed to persuade them to walk away.

Hardly brave but ...

In a local co-op at the till when a number of the female staff headed towards the door, a grubby looking chap then appeared from one of the aisles dragging a bag with a couple of assistants hanging onto the other end shouting, without really thinking I put my arms under his and round the back of his neck, forcing him to let go of the bag, expecting to have to wrestle him to the ground the assistants shouted to get him out of the shop. I was virtually at the door by this time so just released him onto the street. At this point he backed off about 10 feet swore and threw something at me, I turned to receive a small missile in the side. I was about to go after him but the assistant said don't, they know who he is and he was banned from the shop. The assistant then picked up the missile - a crushed creme egg !
They took details and thanked me for being the only one to help - the shop was busy !
I got a rollocking from the wife when I got home for stepping in, but it's surprising the bruise you can get from a creme egg 😆

My wife and I were staying on the 7th floor of a hotel in Rome, in which a large group of Greek men were also staying (I suspect they were football supporters.)

On the second night, we were awakended to a massive BOOM and the shake of our building, so I got out of the bed to peer out our window.

Smoke was billowing out of the lower floors of our hotel, and I said to my wife, 'I think we've just been bombed'.

Our subsequent conversation went like this:

Her: What do you think we should do?

Me: Well, you saw the exits. They all go down into the lobby where the smoke is emanating from.

Her: So there's nothing we can do.

Me: I don't think so. I imagine if they need to evacuate us, someone will come and knock on our door. If they don't, and the building collapses, then we die. Not much we can do either way.

Her: Yes, you're right.

Us: Might as well go back to bed.

In the morning, the stairs leading down to the breakfast room were covered in white soot and blood up to about the second floor, the lobby was a blackened hole, and all the staff were going about their jobs like nothing had happened.

Obviously we weren't threatened, but I was pleased that both my wife and I were calm enough to handle it without panicking.

i've forgotten her name, but she had many piercings, a few scars, liked biting and took me back to her ex boyfriends house.

How disappointing 🙁 I can't think of one thing I've done which I would class as 'brave'.

How disappointing I can't think of one thing I've done which I would class as 'brave'.

Is that because the situation has never presented itself?

If so, then you are probably very fortunate.

liked biting and took me back to her ex boyfriends house.

😯

I might have mentioned on STW that I'm not keen on Top Gear any more.

The lawn's quite nice at the moment - that burning crucifix is going to ruin it, I tell ya.

No idea what happened after that as I was told in no uncertain terms that I had done a good thing but was now in the way, so went back to our room.

Next morning, they were at breakfast, together and her face was in a hell of a state. He had quite a few bruises I had not noticed the night before - maybe she had got a few blows during the fight, or not.

More like the Spanish police gave him a beating. Guardia Civil?

Not brave but one of my proudest moments was getting to the top of Cairngorm on the last chairlift with the siren blaring to clear the hill. We (me and my dad) skied a quarter of the way down (on the traverse to the top of the Cas if you it) and were pretty much the last people on the mountain in a heavy blizzard when we found a young lad cowering against the wind at the side of the traverse. His group, including the Scout leaders had skied off without him and he had just sat down not knowing where to go in the limited visibility. I ended up giving him a piggy back to the car park and we found another scout half way down the kiddy slope at the bottom who my dad guided off.

The mini bus had already left without them but came back about 10 minutes later to some very choice words from the ski patrol and some not so choice ones from my dad 👿

While staying in the far east many years ago I heard two dogs fighting. It was my landlord mongrel (rather large one at 26" shoulder hight) biting the crap out of a Jap's neighbour Jap Spitz like this one ...

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The house was on top of a hill with a very steep slop down on one side towards the dense "city forest". The fight seem to last for ages with my landlord's dog never wanting to stop even after I called out.

It continued until the Spitz was chased down the steep slop and the fight continued there. By the sound of it the Spitz was already badly hurt so I jumped over the fence down the steep slop to break the fight in the dense city forest (err ... by the way in tropical forest you may find many dangerous creatures if not careful) but it was too late as by the time I reached there I could see my landlord's mongrel administered its last bite into the stomach of the Spitz and I could hear a yelp cry from the Spitz and it was dead. Too late. Only after that I realised that I could have hurt myself jumping into the steep slop (more like cliff).

The Spitz was dead so nothing I could do to bring it back ... well, not really, I could always kick the crap out of my landlord's mongrel ... which I did for the remaining time while I was there. After that the mongrel would hide the moment it heard my voice. My landlord never understood why his dog ran away from me the moment it saw me ...

About 10 years ago me a a few mates were walking down the beach as we were going surfing... there were people in the water screaming.
A mother and young boy had got caught in a rip. Grandpa and womans husband had gone into save them and were all now in trouble. I made a bee line for grandpa as he was having difficulty keeping his head above water and slipped under the water just as I got to him. I managed to dive under and pull him to the surface. I'd paddled out on my surfboard which I gave to him to just hang onto. I then swam diagonally to the beach for about 15 minutes dragging exhausted old man behind me. The surf was pretty big that day and all I remember was telling the old man not to let go of the board or you'll effin die. Eventually got him to the shore and had to prise him off my board. He was in sort of shock and couldn't even stand up he was that exhausted. Asked him if he was ok.. he nodded. I smiled at him and then me and my mates left the family sat at the waters edge and ran off back into the surf. Don't think they quite realised how close they had been to loosing 3 generations of the same family

Shagged a fat bird so my mate could pull her hot friend.

'Once more unto the breach'

Jumped out of the car in busy traffic on a dual carriageway after a guy walked out in front of my car, I just missed him, only for him to be hit in the face by a lorry overtaking me in the outside lane.

Not sure if brave or just stupid. Stopped the cars behind me and kept pressure on the guys wounds until the ambulance arrived. Not sure if he survived 😥

Not sure if he survived

You probably don't want to know. He's alive and kicking until you know any different...

I'm not very brave so I can't help on this topic, sorry.

I am a grade 1 listed shithouse.

Officially: Stopping a mugger (with a friend) after he had broken a pensioner's arm.

In reality: Continuing to date my (now) wife after she had met my first request to go out with her by saying "Over my dead body"

I stood up in front of a bunch of rioters who were about to try to set fire to a takeaway and made an impassioned plea to them not to do it whilst various missiles landed around me. I managed to force them to turn their attention elsewhere and breathed a sigh of relief. Not remotely brave, just drunk and hungry.

Twice I have entered in to a burning building to see if anyone was still in it, to be fair one was just a small fire so no real chance of danger, but the mate I was with didn't follow me in to help me & save my time in the building so I guess some people perceive danger differently. I also went into a neighbouring property when the burglar alarm woke me up very early in the morning, I knew the occupant to be elderly & unlikely to be able to protect herself, even though I really disliked her I still went in.
At all times it was just a reaction, no thought process involved at all, well apart from the fact I had called the emergency services before each event.
Some people are born stupid 🙂

Double post.

Said "no" to the wife once....and attempted to turn over call the midwife the other night.... Bloody madness I tell you.

It think Markie and his daughter are the bravest people on this forum tbh

Came round the corner in the car one morning to find a shambles across the road and a car on its roof, wheels still turning, smoke gently rising. Hopped out to find driver on road, v dead. Passenger upside down but alive. Car started to burn, made the decision to get passenger out vs leaving them to cook. Got her out, sorted her out had to CPR while on phone to ambulance. They were v close and incredibly awesome. Then had to referee arguments and people trying to get past , was ****n freezing as well as had taken top off to cover driver.
Rescued a kid from drowning - was out for a wander and could see he was in trouble. Neither parent could swim 😯 so debagged myself and went and got him. He'd swallowed a lot of water but was OK after a while.
Neither are brave things just things that you would expect other people to do if it was you.

I've not done anything like the above posts but the bravest thing a friend of mine has done was deliberately show himself in the open in Afghan knowing there was an accurate sniper around in order for his blokes to identify the point of fire.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/afghanistan/8379544/Paras-play-deadly-game-to-draw-out-Taliban-sniper.html

I suppose I must have only been about 9 or 10 when my little sister came in crying saying that a boy had hit her, so being big bro I shot out the house to go and see him.

The only problem is, big bro is a right shortarse and I was actually the smallest kid in my year, even little sis was taller than me and she's two years younger.

Anyhow I storm round the corner to come face to chest with my sisters assailant. Oh SHEEET! He must have been at least 18 inches taller than me. Ah well it's too late to back out now so I said,

"You been hitting my sister"

Him, "Yea, so what?"

I closed my eyes and swung, landing a punch somewhere on his lower back, to my amazement he run off crying saying he was off to fetch his dad!
I wanted to leg it but my mates persuaded me to stay, sure enough a couple of minutes later he was back with dad.

"Who was it son, who hit ya?" said dad eyeing up all my bigger mates.

"Him dad, the one in the middle" said he, pointing at me.

"HIM!! HIM!! Get in the bloody house you" said dad, giving him a clip round the ear in the process and dragging him off.

I was a hero in my sis's eyes for at least a week. 😆

Forgot to mention that long time ago in an uncivilised far east, a pickpocket put his hand in my ex back pack without knowing I was behind him. (well, I kind of know that was a hot spot for pickpocket as my office was nearby ... )

Pulled his hand out of her back pack and then gave him two strong jabs in is face. He seem surprised but, unfortunately, when he tried to explain his action I gave him the third jab ... kind of funny because he looked dazed and confused after that. Yes, the police booth was just few metres away from the commotion but I did not report the matter and just let him go ...

p/s: should have fed my landlord's mongrel to an Akita or a Tosa inu ...

Cycling through Tees Barrage many years ago & could see that the canoe course was flowing & kids swimming in the pool at the end of the course. One disappeared under the water & the other was clearly struggling. Rode down to the waters edge & went in after them. Kid that had gone under had re-appeared & disappeared below water. As I swam out I could see a green top under the water & just dived down & grabbed the top. I pulled for the surface (strong downward current) & managed to get us both up to the surface, by which time a bloke in a canoe had seen me rush into the water & come to investigate. He helped the 2nd kid to the waters edge & then came back to give me a hand pull the 1st kid to safety. Turns out the green top was a Darlington footie shirt & certainly helped me spot him under water. Kid was totally exhausted & had become too tired to fight the current.

Userremoved, was just thinking that a night out in Aberdeen is one of the braver things you can do. Was out with some friends one night in Aberdeen. Walking down union street we came across three girls kicking seven shades of the proverbial out of a bloke. One of my friends (not an Aberdonian) decided to intervene (against my advice), where upon the three girls [b]and the bloke on the ground[/b] started into my friend. Needless to say we all legged it.

In Berlin last summer we (extended family, including young kids) were having a picnic on the grass just opposite the Dom. This is a touristy area, loads of people about. My brother in law decides to confront a group of punks who are having a beer and relieving themselves not to far from us. It ended with an increasingly belligerent brother in law trying to take on a large group of people who felt we were on "their territory". Not wanting my kids to be caught up in a mini-riot I had a really pleasant conversation with the main man. Diffusing the situation before the police arrived. Probably my piss-poor German slowed everything down while people tried to work out what on earth I was saying.

@Alpha1653 - What was the outcome? Did they get the sniper?

Mine was when working in a pub in London, one of the few in the area where travellers were allowed (pre Discrimination Act). One day these four blokes came in, and bang, there was one of the regulars surrounded by these four who were beating the crud out of him with bar stools. Went round and de-stooled one of them and authoritatively invited them to get out, now. Which they did, without a peep. Not sure why, as I was on my own and they were all bigger than me.

Had to turn and face a herd of galloping cows one day when it became clear I wasn't going to get across the field before they did.

I remember thinking 'I'm not going to be trampled by a herd of fricken cows' so I ran towards them shouting and waving my arms. The cows at the front stopped so quickly the others piled into the back of them there were cows everywhere but most importantly they all stopped. There was a face-off for a second or two and then I did my best scary ogre impression and they backed off. I turned around and walked away and every time I looked back to see were they where they were following at a respectable distance 🙂

I could always kick the crap out of my landlord's mongrel ... which I did for the remaining time while I was there. After that the mongrel would hide the moment it heard my voice. My landlord never understood why his dog ran away from me the moment it saw me ...

maybe its just me, I'm not sure how brave kicking the shit out of a dog is to be honest 😕

my finest hour? Helping to disarm a mentally ill and violent ex-student who had come on site intent on stabbing a few people. It happened very fast and it wasn't until afterwards that I realsied how close we came to catastrophe.

Was out running through one of my city's less salubrious areas and came across two young guys just laying into an elderly woman in the street.

Definitely one of those moments when you just react without any thought: just charged right in, throwing punches, elbows and kicks.

Between the three of us, we gave her a [i]right[/i] kicking...

10yrs old in South Africa.

me and 5 other kids got swept out to sea, at Shark Point, the Haven. I managed to help a kid get back to shore, 2 kids didnt make it, bodies never found.

Is called Shark Point for a reason, area frequented by Ragged Tooth sharks

I once told somebody on an internet forum that they were wrong.

propper LOL @ arrpee

Attempting to break wind whilst suffering a major of bout diarrhea. I properly nearly pooed myself...

late night heard a series of bangs, ran out and a corsa was zig zgging down the road bouncing off cars, me and a neighbour chased after by the time we caught her the front wheels were at an angle and couldnt go too fast in a moment of stupid i shouted at the driver to stop and jumped on the bonnet and the neighbour reached in and grabbed the keys

the police eventually found about 15 cars had been hit

was a 20 something woman,very drunk, just been dumped and crying the whole time.

I once told somebody on an internet forum that they were wrong.

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@edlong - Yeah, I think the sniper got the good news not long after that, but not before he put a few rounds through my mate's day sack!

Attached two medium sized dogs who were setting upon a little cocker spaniel with its owner going hysterical.

Grabbed the most aggressive looking dog by its collar and hurled it back hand above my shoulders and flung the dog in the air. It landed on its back with a yelp.

Went to grab the other and it ran away. The flying dog got up and legged it.

Tactic of show total aggression worked thankfully.

Tackled a shoplifter who was filling his coat pockets with transistor radios and was pushing around the elderly lady shopkeeper - after a few seconds his mate turned up, having emptied his pockets and they both turned on me. One took a swing, which I dodged but it connected with a tooth and knocked it out - it was rotten anyway so he did me a favour.

Ended up in a French nightclub with two mates, absolutely blind drunk, with three girls who kept ordering more and more bottles of champagne and whisky. Realised what was happening and asked for the bill, which was £1200. Told the management I wasn't paying and we needed to discuss it. Found myself surrounded by five big blokes who proceded to kick my shins so hard they bled, out of sight of the other patrons. Managed to negotiate it down to £195, paid, got out and realised my mouth was bone dry with fear.