Strathclyde Police Spreading the Christmas Cheer., page 1

From my experience of the Scots: The men are too prone to believing that personal feelings should be kept suppressed and that a “punch to the pus” will resolve even the most minor of social infractions. Combine this propensity to resolve disputes with “a square go” and Scotland’s cities can be very dangerous at night and especially at the weekends when young men trying to score with the lassies finds himself alone. Many men rejected will take this out on a lone walker and at the weekend this sort of crime soars.

The woman being much more liberated than those I have experienced in England have no problems with using their men as weapons and setting them loose to fight over a perceived slight or minor infraction. The woman have lost a sense of grace and maybe they never had it because combined with drink and lacking many social skills makes for a bad combination as foul mouthed drink crazed women in groups coming together for a night out seem to see each other as rivals for men’s attentions. They will literally tear each other’s hair out for the attentions of the drunken, vomit stained Muppet in the corner that is so drunk himself he cannot even muster the strength to raise his head to watch the woman fight for his affections.

These are my opinions based upon years of working as a nightclub bouncer in Glasgow, Penicuik and Edinburgh’s Lothian road.
On Lothian road in particular one man walking down the road in front of me was in the wrong place at the wrong time and was glassed in the face by one member of a group of youth and as he fell against the window of a shop he was glassed again as he slid to the floor, a scoop of flesh and clothing actually flying out of his arm.

Many occasions I have seen senseless and gratuitous violence by young men, young woman and even middle aged men because alcohol freed them from inhibition and the first thing they want to do it hurt each other. I have had people try and stab me just because I told them they could not enter premises because they were too drunk. I have had a cutlass swung at me and even been attacked with a commando dagger aimed at my eye. I have had a man try and open my face up with a pair of Stanley blades (box cutter blades) separated by a coin. This improvised weapon is easy to conceal and makes a very nasty wound indeed.

A friend of mine (dead now) drinking in Glasgow had his skull crushed by a young man for no reason other than he had asked him not to speak to the barmaid in the derogatory manner he had been speaking. His skull was crushed from behind by a downward stamping of a beer bottle and the man then ran out of the bar into the street and straight under the wheels of a red double Decker bus and was killed instantly (too instantly perhaps).

My friend however suffered complications, had a bad stroke and his life was forever blighted.

Having spent many years living in London and in Scotland I can say that Scotland is a very violent place and there is much racial, cultural and religious intolerance among the young. The media and the politicians would like you to think otherwise but the truth is blacker than what you may think in regards to this land.

In my opinion the hearts of the scot as cold as the winds and remember the word “Dour” is a Scottish word and created for good reason.
I am a proud scot and I would like to tell you that Scotland is all lightness and love but I cannot because I am not proud of the social degradation that has infected minds of the young scot and turned parts of Scottish cities into no go areas where even a woman will be assaulted.

I went to the aid of a woman who had been punched in the face for no reason other than she looked at a man for a few seconds too long as he and his gang walked past her. I confronted the young man and his gang and was suddenly having to fight for my life as he tried to stick me with a blade. I disarmed him, punched him to the ground and then had my skull fractured by a fourteen your old girl from behind with an iron bru bottle. This action was like a signal from hell because as one this gang attacked me and had I not had the presence of mind and the sheer stubbornness to fight back I would have been killed – the looks on their faces told me that.

I grabbed the young girl who had just fractured my skull and the thought, black as night entered my mind as I swung out at the others who swarmed me. The thought of revenge in lifting her up and then dropping her in a way that made her face hit the tarmac did actually cross my mind because I thought I was about to die and I wanted to make sure I took one of them with me for some irrational reason.

However I am a father to daughters so in the same instant the thought entered my mind I discarded it because inside me I knew this feral creature was a child that was crazed on drink and drugs and that she was someone’s daughter.

I let her go and it was a mistake, as I kicked a head and uppercuted another, I bought myself some breathing space this same girl swung the bottle again and broke my nose and I was blinded by blood. I managed to remain on my feet because I knew if I went down I was going to die.

Anyway I do not know how I managed to fight them all off but I did and would I do the same again if I saw a young woman assaulted? Damn right I would because I look in the mirror when I shave.

Because there was not enough evidence to go on a few days later one of the police who took my statement told me there would be no further follow action even though this gang of feral youth were well known to the police.

My nose was so badly broken that I had to push the bones back into the hole and with index finger and thumb and I had to reshape my own nose back to the way it was because I knew that the casualty department would have left me looking like an ape, sent home.

I have the scar running across my nose to prove my words.

Scotland is violent my friends and the violence is coming more and more from the young, desperation and a detachment from society that has been coming for over a decade of more – reaching critical mass in my humble opinion.

I am telling you this because I would not like you to visit, thinking it is just an innocent land of whiskey, smiling Scots and Nessie. It is a land beset with social problems and you would be well advised to research this for yourself before you make the trip here and make the mistake of walking in the wrong area.

[edit on 31-12-2009 by SmokeJaguar67]