Walking home pissed up, kebab in hand, happy as a pig in shit up Talbot road in Blackpool. Passed one of the gay bars and there was a group of lesbians of the butch persuasion outside. One of them asked me for a ciggy, told her I didn’t have any. She starts blabbing about is it because they were gay etc then bounced a bottle off my head. Kebab went down then so did she ? That’s when it really kicked off and nearly resulted in me getting drawn on by armed police (Tory conference was on) because I was leaning in their car, bleeding everywhere saying I think I need this stitched can you call m