In days gone by a foreign Deployment or "doing a foreigner" (as it was known then before PC decided that meant kicking the shit out of a wog) had hidden dangers that might at a glance not seem obvious. One such incident that cost me dearly happened in 1969, and began quite innocently in a bar in central Birmingham called the "Pullman". It was situated by the Royal Mail sorting office, just a lick from New Street Station. Anyhow, just back to UK from an eighteen month foreign, standing at the bar with three oppos having a nice quiet drink, when in it came. He was about 18, hair cut really short to head, pair of boots, trousers bottoms well up his leg, collarless shirt and bracers. Now me being a compassionate sort of bastard, looked and thought poor fucker he must be on hard times, so I offered to pay for his tot. Alook of sheer disbelief came across his face replaced by aggression as he snarled "You fuckin Gay or sumfink". Fuck he's well north of the river I thought, mistaking his affected suvern ascent as a wandering cockney, with attitude problems. "I thought you looked a bit down on your luck" I said gob smacked at the hostility radiating from my new found friend. He looked puzzled and retorted"You want Bovver or sumfink"? "I'll take sumfink" I said as I was engrossed at that stage in a dirty great pint of larger that was more enjoyable at that point of the evening than splitting heads. It was at this point the down and out launched his attack and hit me so hard my next of kin felt it, and cut my face open just above my eye. My fuckin bronzy bronzy ruined I thought I'll kill him. So I punched the down and out until his lamps went dim and threw him down the stairs so I would not be tempted to kick him. (Said I was compassionate) I looked at the bar man and said "what the fuck was that about"? He said you three best be on your way, there's usually quite a few of them gathers here at this time of the evening. "Is there a hostel near here then"? my oppo asked. We left the bar still quite bewildered until later that evening we were educated as to the delights of the new "Skin Head" fraternity. With puters and new technology, that kind of situation is seldom likely to occur.