So this evening, went out with some friends for a few beers. Unfortunately, a chav party had arrived before us and managed to drink half the cities beer. One in particular was INTENT on dancing/groping/raping every female in the place (and spilling drinks, and falling in the fountain, and, and and...). Chased a fair few out. Once he started on our table, the fun we had had laughing at his expense evaporated quite quickly. This pub we were at was basically an outdoor patio ringed with long planted bushes and shrubs. His friends had been at one end, we were along the line at the other. Fecker chased our girls out of the pub, where he proceeded to beg them to "pet his tie," as it was *somehow* connected to his tongue, among other such nonsense. I threw my arm around him in a brotherly, friendly manner, walked him back over to the bushes, and threw him back through the shrubbery to his mates. About an hour later, I'm sharing a victory beer with my mates down the street. The waitress from the first place wanders in and looks like she needs a drink right quick. We of course recognize her and commiserate. She, however, is completely flummoxed as to how the man she threw out of the bar an hour ago managed to "fall sleep"/pass out inside the bushes. She didn't quite know what to do with this "bush-man" at the end of her shift, since his mates had left, so she drapped a pillowcase over his head and left him half-in the bushes for the night. I bought all her drinks for the rest of the evening.