Merry Christmas!!

i think they should change christmas... they should call it day off day.

i mean at least in the uk... thats all i can speak for.

i was working last night. if you ask the average person - are you christian - alot of the will say yeah. increasingly alot of people are answering i believe in a god, a higher being but i wouldnt say i'm a christian. the other increasingly common answer is the option of athiesm.

but of those that do give christian as an answer. the ones that do say they're christian of them how many are truely christian? go to church, pray and live the whole christian lifestyle etc?

when you talk to people about these things it does feel as if there is a distinct lack of interest in the faith. there's no religious vibe about the day at all. there's no religious meaning anymore. there's no visit to the church in the morning. nothing.

instead its all about saving up for those presents and the bottles of liquor that you only purchase once a year and of course the office party. going out on those special nightouts, making sure enough money is in the bank to last for the binge drinking.

its a shame people have forgotton the whole meaning of christmas. its not even about family, love, xbox 360's, drink or the turkey.

that bloke

jesus christ

its about him...

here....

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus

...And then everything changes...

So the fights done and dusted.

the andrenaline was pumping and its all become a blur.

like every incident that happens - everything is disected and analysed - what happened to who and why.

the head doorman comes over. Immy. fucking hell. thanks for that really i mean it. i thought he was gonna get to me then, if you hadnt pulled him down when you did.

ah no probs its my job. then he speaks to a few more people. the bar manager who grabbed the bottle, the other door lads and other bystanders. he finds out that the guy who i took down was about to swing at him with a bottle. Ceryl knows that he wouldnt have been able to defend himself. he was unbalanced and would never have stopped the bottle coming.

it sinks in that i did him a huge favour by doing that. so for the rest of the night its thanks immy again and again. a bottle to head isnt nice normally let alone in a fight.

today i went in. the thanks were still there. i would've been really messed up for christmas if it wasnt for you. turns out he "made" some money last night aswell. dont know how exactly. i think the bar owner gave him extra cash for making sure mad friday was a successful one. thats what he said anyway. so he hands me an envelope with £27.50 in it. All the doormen have got the same i made sure of that and i've got you a christmas card too. wtf?

then steve the bar owner comes up - in his irish accent - alright imran son hows you doing?

i walk away but cant help thinking - this was all to do with last night.

one moment of instinct

and now its all changed.

One Mad Friday and one moment of pure instinct.

So it was mad friday. the last friday before christmas where workers come out in their droves for those drinks after work.

needless to say drinking from 5pm till 10pm will result in more than just the one person drunk - and with drink comes the red mist. hence mad friday. pure madness.

so working in bolton in a 5 man door-team midway through the night we have a lil fracas. as we're leading this group of lads out one of them kicks off and one of the guys has two bottles. one of the managers tries to take one of them and does. then the head doorman tries to make a grab for the other bottle, but doesnt make it and trips backwards after being pushed. one of the other doormen try to grab hold of the guy but he slips out. at this point i'm behind him and i see him making a move to punch the head doorman...

the next is just a blur, i remember thinking shit he's gonna try to hit cyrl, and i lunged forward grabbing him around the neck and pulling him down. If i'm totally honest i didnt see the bottle. i thought it was a punch. so i've taken him down somehow and i'm ontop, so i'm not too worried about him hitting me, then suddenly out of nowhere a HUGE boot to his face. I'm thinking shit if i keep him pinned down one of them is gonna be on my face. I'm hoping now that the boot that did come in wasnt meant to for me as there'll be another coming pretty soon.

but thing is - keeping someone pinned down is my speciality. putting them in a hold and making sure they dont go anywhere whilst inflicting a lil pain is my thing. sod that.

so i've let him go and we're both slowly getting up and he lashes out at me and misses. i reciprociate the feeling and connect on his face. quickly i'm up on my feet

a few of his friends are pushing the doormen around and i'm the smallest of the 5. the other guys form a wall as do his friends. some of them do sense that if the fight is allowed to continue they're going to be on the losing end.

the guy who's been thrown down and kicked comes around for some more and tries to lash out at me but we see it coming and nothing happens and he's pushed away.

soon the police come and he's led away. the end.