SO, whilst the kicking of Graham Cousins was subsiding, our wonderful police arrive. I was pointed out to a police officer by a witness, Slim Miri (general slime ball/liar, and thief) that I was one of the assailants.
Indeed, I was one of the assailants. I punched Cousins twice at the outset of the incident OUTSIDE the nightclub, and never once denied it when questioned by the police. In fact, I told them before they had even asked me about my actions outside of the nightclub. I had punched him twice to put the filthy coward down, down so he could not pick up another lethal weapon to maim or kill his victim. This might sound a little far fetched, but kill, was a distinct possibility with a pint glass. Only good fortune by the merest few inches had stopped Glen Phillips having his Carotid artery severed, possibly suffering a stroke, or even bleeding to death. It takes just a matter of a few minutes to bleed to death when your Carotid artery is severed!