In 2003, at University in Plymouth, we were walking past Jesters down Union Street after being to a club called Millennium. Unfortunately the marines were in town, but we weren't aware of that.
One of my friends had a cigarette put out on his arm, and unfortunately my friend didn't like that.
It ended up in an enormous scuffle, around 20 people. Quite a few injuries, I was alright, but one of my mate's was stabbed and obviously ended up in hospital.
That was fun, we still reminisce about it quite a lot.
Good times.
Oh, and marines aren't as hard as they think they are.