Once witnessed a Neath lad dish out a crack to a lad from Barry who persisted in calling him a Jack for the best part of a Tuesday night in Brussels in the early 90s. The Barry lads nose was squashed and split, blood everywhere and we al ended up in the Coffin club off the Grand Place tripping of acid.
The Neath lad ended up as a paramedic and I’ve not seen him since a New Order gig in 2000 and something or another.