Was sitting at the pub minding my own business when I was accosted by a drunken patron who wanted to know why I was staring at his girlfriend. I explained to him (very kindly) that I was not. He swung at me and missed by a mile. I swung back and connected with the sound of a passing train. His mates, seeing which way the wind was blowing, waylaid me on the way to the DDmobile. I kept them at at bay till one of the tw.ats pulled out a blade. I managed to kick it away and then proceeded to slam his empty head into the sidewalk. SOB must have had a thick head because he recovered in about ten seconds and followed his stupid mates away into the darkness. Question is: do I tell the new Ms DD? She is averse to violence. She is under the impression that if it can be done to someone else, it can be done to her. An impression which (I believe) stems from a rather riotous childhood.