don't know why I even bothered reading this pish. It's just a catalogue of memories viewed through green tinted glasses; battles? Nah just morons having a dust up and hoping the polis arrive before they get a sair puss. Take it from me, I've seen these mobs running up and down, doing a wee pavement dance and inky getting brave when their tooled up or at a numerical advantage. One on one all they do is dance about, looking and waiting for the polis to arrive to save themselves from each other. Tosses.