I enjoyed a pleasant evening out with friends yesterday in York, the town where I grew up. Like a lot of UK towns York has the day personality and the night one.
I had forgotten about the night one as I have not been out in the evening for ages. As I rounded a corner in the car, there were people spilling onto the road and seemingly forgetting that there was a road with motor vehicles on it.
On one pavement/sidewalk there was young man lying on his back. Another man was sitting on top of him and landing a few solid punches. The spectators were enjoying the big fight, without having to pay for ringside seats. I think their pleasure was short-lived because a Vauxhall Astra from York police drew up.