My new year when I was 17 (so, 2002 I think?) ended in me and a few friends getting into a massive ****ing Street Brawl with a bunch of arseholes from our school after we wandered past their house party and the "banter" went off the rails a bit. It went on for about half an hour with various "backup" being summoned and sprinting from all corners of the town to pile in
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On balance it was one of my favourite new years. But I woke up with a broken wrist so that wasn't so much fun.