This is a true story,back in the early 80's a good friend of mine had a pub, round the corner from the pub
was a small industrial estate. Some gypsies moved on there with there caravan's, any how they came to
the pub taking the pub over about 25 to 30. Ken my mate he was happy as a pig in shit, they were spending money like water. Myself and a good few mate's played, for his pub's pool team his pride and joy was a brand new pool table.We all told Ken these lot are fucking lunatics after beer.
Of course our advice fell on deaf ear's, myself and mates walking up the road to his pub as we got to the
door Ken's brand new pool table, came straight throw the window into the middle of the road.
The place was smashed to bit's, I remember looking throw were the window had been, and this woman with a baby in here arm's, was smacking a other woman in the face.
There was blood snot, broken glass tables, and chair's and body's all over the place,any how the police
station is about 300yards down the road it took there 45 minutes to get there.
They had all fucked off before the cops got there, before going the put £300 on the bar for the damage.
Ken's pub cost him £2000 to repair, and his new pool table missing a leg and on bricks, after all them years remember them gypsies Ken he still mad, well you live and learn don't you.