Meat Heads in Town...

One moment I was standing at the bar chatting to a friend, the next I caught the sight of a large shaven headed, tattooed meat head through the corner of my eye lunging towards me head first. I quickly realised he was trying to head butt me, but for what? I knew not. Thankfully, he only got a glancing blow as I dodged the main impact. Funny enough, he was thrown out of the bar very quickly. Was it the Kandahar soft shell top that drove him to it? I know not... The rest of the night passed with only silly banter and nutty dancing to some appalling karaoke sung by colleagues.