Out last night for a few drinks. As I walked to the bar, a lad with a bunch of his mates stuck the back of his leg out with no tact or subtleness, secretly watching hoping I'd trip over.

I hate to say it I saw red mist and instead of tripping over it I used his leg as if it was a Fisher Price trampoline. The scream was phenomenal but yet very mood changing and I nervously thought SHIT!

Bare in mind Im a man that can't fight his way out of a wet paper bag then found my self surrounded by Arnold Schwarzenegger , Sylvester Stallone, Jean Claud Van Dam with various other looking meat heads. At one point I thought I was going to witness the HAKA dance. I certainly can pick em. But I actually escaped punch free and live to tell the tail! Bang on

Without wanting to sound nobbish, is this a sketch idea, a joke for a stand-up routine or are you actually recounting something that happened to you? It's in critique but I'm not really sure what it is that is supposed to be being critique'ed.

Er. Maybe introduce some dialogue.

Does that help?

think again my son,think again