Yanks Abroad

An American friend of mine once told me a story about how he was on vacation in London, and had decided to do some shopping along the Kings Road. After filling up a few bags with EuroClobber he decided to take the weight off his feet and dipped inside the nearest boozer. Unbeknown to him, this particular nuclear sub was populated by some nasty Chelsea HeadHunter types. A football fan himself, the American visitor was feeling quite at home and soaking up the authentic hoolie atmosphere making mental notes regarding the hoolie dress code, slang and manners. After a pint or two he went to relieve himself in the gents and upon his return to the bar was bumped into by one of the said HeadHunter types, "Hi" said our American friend, as opposed to a traditional English grunt of acknowledgement. His 'Hi' was received in silence. Minutes later, as he sat back down with his pint, a dart was resting in his thigh without apology. No further violence ensued and the American removed the dart and quietly made an exit from the pub. This clip is for you.