Is Zoo the new Fight Club?

There was a huge fight in Zoo this Saturday. Apparently one man told the man behind him not to push him (and we all know that the way they pack people in there like sardines, you can’t help but push people). Of course the man couldn’t help it the man at the front turned around and punched the guy who ‘pushed’ him. He was a little foolish though, as the guy who started the fight didn’t have (m)any friends with him (or any friends in real life) and all the friends of the guy that was punched beat him up so badly it took three bouncers to protect him. In fact it was so bad people called the cops. How’s that for loyalty.

My biggest fear isn’t getting into a fight. That’s already happened (especially in you live in Manchester, also known as GangChester/GunChester). What worries me is if my friends don’t stick up for me. That would hurt more than any punch. If that ever happens, and it has, they are no longer my friends. I will cut them out without a second thought. Because true friends are there for you during the bad times (not only during the good) – and it can’t get any worse than being kicked in the face. So kudos to the guy’s friends – I guess that’s what true loyalty is.

One of my friends went to Greece on vacation and he was telling me about his friend who was beaten up for telling someone not to queue jump to get to the toilet. When he opened the door of the bathroom the man, punched the friend in the face. The Greek bouncers (this bit is so Greek) instead of breaking up the fight, they just removed them from the club and continued fighting in the street outside. ‘And what did you do?’ I asked my friend. ‘Well… nothing’ he said. ‘Why not?’ I asked. ‘I didn’t want to get into the fight! I didn’t want to get beaten up!’ So basically he just stood around, sipping on his Vodka and Coke and trying to blend into the club while is friend was being punched in the face and spitting blood. I didn’t say anything of course; I’m sure my expression of disgust said it all and I secretly downgraded our friendship.

So if your friend’s ever in a fight and your thinking ‘should I help?’ the answer is: don’t bother – for it’s too late if you’re still toying with that thought as your friend is busy defending him/herself.