I were up as quick as that. I could hear Brad yelling, and he weren't too polite! He knows a lot of language does Brad.

This big chap were still standing there, like he were waiting for me to get up. So I had another go at him. Well, my new jeans were covered in dirt. Nobody does that to me!

I really hurt my knuckle that time. The blonde girl were crying, and trying to help the big chap up. I wondered how she were hurt. She wanted to try having the pain in my hand! I were shaking it like mad.

The one on the ground sort of groaned and then went quiet and still.

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Last amended on 8th December 1996 / copyright H. M. Whitehead