Royal Engineer ex-boxer beats burglar to a pulp

I did quickly check the Current Affairs thread so apologies if this is a repeat posting... this is an excllent story, all the more so for the judge telling the burglar he got what he deserved! (And I hope he took a great deal of pleasure in battering this scrote until the Rozzers turned up).

A knife-wielding burglar got a shock when he attacked a pensioner in his home - a couple of right hooks to the face.
Gregory McCalium had not realised that victim Frank Corti was a retired boxer.
This police mugshot of 23-year-old McCalium, taken soon after he was arrested at Mr Corti's home, shows the facial injuries the OAP inflicted as he made a citizen's arrest.
Today, McCalium is beginning a four-and-a-half year prison sentence after a judge told him he 'got what he deserved.'

A court heard how Mr Corti - who served with the Royal Engineers in North Africa from 1956-58 - was at home with his wife Margaret at the time of the incident.
McCalium, a neighbour, smashed his way into the couple's home and lunged at Mr Corti with a blade.
The pensioner dodged the knife and punched the intruder twice in the face, leaving him with a black eye and swollen lip.
He then restrained McCalium until police arrived.
After the sentencing, Mr Corti said: 'We are very pleased (with the sentence) because our life was severely disrupted by the incident and we are pleased he won't be troubling us for a few years.

'I had to restrain him before he could go and get the knife.
'I was scared when he first threw the knife, but most people would have acted in the same way.
'If you can?t defend what?s yours, where are we at?'
During sentencing at Oxford Crown Court, Brian Payne, prosecuting, said: 'There was a struggle and it was clear Mr McCalium was intoxicated because his reactions were slow.
'It seems Mr McCalium ended up with far more serious injuries.'
The break-in was the culmination of a dispute between the neighbours, Mr Payne added.
The court heard that cocktail barman McCalium was drunk after partying all night when he forced his way into his neighbour's house in Botley, Oxford, at 8am on August 19.
Police had turned up earlier in the morning after complaints of noise and McCalium was seen brandishing a wooden sword.

The barman denied aggravated burglary and told a trial in March that he could not remember the incident.
John Simmons, defending, said: 'Whatever happened that night was a coming together of a situation that had been brewing for some time and in the run-up neither of them covered themselves in glory.
'It was like a pressure cooker that finally blew.'
Mr Corti received only minor injuries, Mr Simmons told the court.
He added: 'Photographs of the defendant showed what looked like a car accident and photos of the scene looked more like a murder scene.'
Recorder Angela Morris said because of McCalium's age and lack of serious previous convictions she would pass the shortest sentence available.
'Luckily, Mr Corti was an able-bodied 72-year-old who was able to defend himself.
'The jury might well have concluded you got what you deserved when you entered that property and took a swipe at him with that weapon.
Enlarge Gregory McCalium has become involved in a long-running dispute with Mr Corti about noise
'The elderly and vulnerable people are entitled to demand the protection of courts from people like you who decide to take matters into your own hands and enter a property with a weapon.'
McCalium, who has been in custody since the attack, will serve half the sentence before he is eligible for release on licence.
After the sentencing, Detective Constable Jon Shaw said: 'A dispute happened between residents over excessive noise levels in the road.
'This led to McCalium, confronting one of his neighbours, armed with a knife.
'The elderly man, who at the time was at home with his wife, was able to subdue the man until the police arrived.
'Fortunately no-one was more injured in this incident but this was still a terrifying situation and McCalium must now pay for his actions.
'I hope that the victim, and his wife, might now be able to put this ordeal behind them and get on with their lives.'
Mr Corti was today reluctant to speak of his bravery.
His wife Margaret, speaking at the door of their semi-detached home, said he did not want to comment.
She said: 'He doesn't want to say anything. We just want an end to it.'
During the trial, Mr Corti described how he had been woken during the night by noise from next doow for several months before the incident.
He told the court: 'They would slam the doors, then they would start partying. You could hear shouting, screaming and music.'
Mr Corti said he called police when he found McCalium banging on the front door of his house at about 6.30am.
Two hours later, he said, he came downstairs and saw bar worker McCalium in his hallway.
Mr Corti said: 'The accused produced a knife. It was no ordinary knife, it was more like a six-bladed knuckle duster.
'He made a slashing movement at me. I stepped back. He missed me, fortunately.'
Mr Corti said that while McCalium was off balance, he grabbed both of his wrists and managed to pin his arms against the wall.
He added he asked McCalium to drop the knife but he wouldn’t.
Mr Corti said: 'I shouted to my wife to ring the police.
'I was absolutely petrified.
'As I saw it, it was a matter of do or die so I let his wrists go. Fortunately the element of surprise was with me, so I adjusted my position and hit him with my right hand. It was just below the eye.
'I did not knock him out, but he was stunned. I heard the knife drop. We grappled. I was trying to drag him out of the back door. We both fell to the floor. I had to subdue him by punching him, which I did not take a great deal of pleasure in.”
The jury heard he then lay on top of McCalium until the police arrived.
'Kin result!
I total agree with the judge on this one.

Hope he gets a few more beatings behind bars for what he done...

Well Done Mr Frank Corti


Some stories are well worth the read :D
to be fair the drunken twat picked on the completely wrong bloke and got beaten for his trouble :D
He's now fucked his life up and everybody knows he gets beaten up by pensioners :D
I do hope the police station had stairs for the tw@ to... err... fall down.
brighton hippy said:
to be fair the drunken t**t picked on the completely wrong bloke and got beaten for his trouble
Not a problem. Time is a great healer.
Whats has got onto this country, one cannot even break into some old folks home and threaten them with a knife without being assaulted, it is about time we took oooman rights seriously, the old bloke should be put away for assault and the young lad, may be a bit of a scoundral, but he has rights, given compensation!
offhand said:
Whats has got onto this country, one cannot even break into some old folks home and threaten them with a knife without being assaulted, it is about time we took oooman rights seriously, the old bloke should be put away for assault and the young lad, may be a bit of a scoundral, but he has rights, given compensation!
I give it three days before exactly that happens and some Human Rights lawyer speaks out. :x
I salute you Mr Corti

Well done that man & Judge also (why can't we have more judges like this) if a HR Lawyer grabs this it'll make me sick

Can't remember the incident can he not, well he'll remember it when he gets a good slap inside
I am surprised the Judge didn't give Mr Corti an award - don't they usually give about £200 in this sort of case?
Recorder Angela Morris said because of McCalium's age and lack of serious previous convictions she would pass the shortest sentence available.
He tried to stab an old man. I don't care if he was pished, or if the old man had called the rozzers about all-night partying; it's a f*cking knife crime.
Well done that man and top marks to the Judge for displaying a bit of common sense.

I had a rather bizarre and unrequested wake up call this Sunday.... having enjoyed the delights of mssrs Stella and Artois on Sat night, I was woken from a particularly active dream by a noise at 0545hrs. I looked out of my door and into the livingroom (a pokey groundfloor flat in ASBO-infested Westminster) to see a rather tall youff standing by the now open window rifling through my post.

Two thoughts ran through my mind - first, had my flatmate pulled the night before and he was heading off before she booted him out or second, some CNUT had the audacity to try to rob me. Clearly it was the latter. Should I shout like a slapped big brother contestant and watch him stumble out of the window, fall 15 ft to the basement and then laugh at him, or should I have a go and fcuk with him?

Now, I'm the first to admit that I'm crap in a fight, but I was incensed at the sheer audacity of this prick. So I charged down the corridor shouting "what the fcuk are you doing in my house you fcuking fcuk". The look on the youff's face was an absolute picture of shock and surprise - suprise because he probably thought the flat was empty and shock because he was confronted by a rather short, man-boobed, slight-bellied ball of anger with a morning semi-lob on.

"What the fcuk do you think you're doing coming into my house? How dare you, etc, etc." "I'm just looking" was his only reply. "If you want to look, call a fcuking estate agent". I went for the outraged RSM/headmaster approach and wanted to make him cry or sob just a little. I asked him what his mother would think of him, then told him I wanted to speak to her and got him to call her. He took his phone out of his 'man bag' but its battery was empty.

By now he was starting to get over the shock of being caught and was starting to shift about, and I realised that he was really quite a big unit, I certainly wasnt and my lob on had disappeared. Time for him to leave. So I opened the door and told him to get the fcuk out of my sight - I thought discretion was the better part of valour and that the Police could use their night sticks on him rather than me with my shrivelled effort.

The police were round no time - I only had time to put on some boxers - and headed off to the local estate to find him. I hadn't noticed that the cnut had pocketed my car keys until an hour later, when I went outside to find it gone. The police were brilliant - SOCO arrived within an hour and lifted his prints, they then stopped the useless prick driving my car later that afternoon only half a mile away and took him to the nick. A quick identity parade yesterday (all done on video and no 3 ft Mexicans, 7 ft hunchbacks, etc to help you with your choice) and the fatherless is in Court today.

While I didn't have the satisfaction of twatting the prick, I'm loving the fact that the police have been laughing at him and telling him what a useless cnut of a burgler he is and that he should try something else.



He did right with him. I would of done the same, and a little more! -- Why does a blow torch and cattle prod come in to my mind all of a sudden?


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superb - both for the old fella in the first story and you, baggins.
Plod have promised to tell me if he pleads guilty or not. That said, if he does plead, he'll probably get a slap on the wrist and a holiday abroad to help him become a more constructive member of society.

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