This thread reminds me of a time back around 1975 when I trained with a complete psycho called Mark Davidson. Mark had just finished an 8 year prision sentance at Barlinnie prision Glasgow for grevious bodily harm and attempted murder on three indian gentlemen (he was a police officer at the time). He half killed them with his batton after one looked at him the "wrong way".
Anyway, at that time the only hard core gym in Glasgow was the Glasgow Airport powerlifting club which was 20 miles from my home in East Kilbride. Someone bought the Templeton Carpet factory in the East End of glasgow and installed a heavy duty gym, 8 miles from home so a much better bet. I knew Mark because he lived near me and was looking for a new gym to train at. He suggested we car share and start training at the new Templeton gym. First time we walked in there were approx 18 shaven headed bodybuilders working out. Mark walked down to the end of the gym and then shouted "Jimmy, have you ever seen so many bald headed girls in one gym at one time?" I consider myself a hard man but my blood frooze as these guys looked at us with death in their eyes. "What are you #### s looking at" said Mark as he pulled an 18 inche sword from his training bag. Every one of them silently walked out the door with their heads down. I trained with Mark for 2 years until he was shot dead in 1978 by one of Arthur Thomson's boys. Arthur was Glasgow's answer to Al Capone in Chicago. Apparently Arthur was scared of Mark and he had him taken out to prevent his own death...
Happy days...... Fatpanda can perhaps collaborate.
reminds me of a guy i knew from govan, big rory, he was a monster of a guy with shovels for hands and a club foot. anyway he worked in the snooker club and played me at snooker and pool a few times. I always thought he was a nice guy, but i'd heard stories of him snapping a few times so was always careful around him. i believe he could crush a mans skull or a dogs spine with his bare hands

anyway i heard he was bisexual which i never believed, but then i heard a story that one time he was working out with a guy he'd known for years, he was spotting this guy on heavy benches and when the guy reached failure he didn't help him. Once the bar was stuck crushing the guys chest, big rory ( with the thousand yard stare ) took down his trousers hwiped out his cock and told the guy if he didn't suck it he'd let the bar crush him. the guy tried in vain to roll the bar, but he was stuck. the guy pleaded with rory to let him up, so rory gave him a choice either suck his cock, or rim his arse. The guy apparently rimmed rory instead

i'm sure i don't have to tell you all they never worked out together again, and no one ever asked big rory for a spot ever again.