Once in a pub in Manchester, four lads came in already hissed as a pewt and were getting louder by the minute, when one of them grabbed a girl the landlord stepped in, all 5'6" of him and skinny as a rake. He politely told them to leave, the reply was less than positive so the landlord walks away, 30 seconds later he came back with a paviours maul and once again politely asked them to leave, he got the same response, a load of foul language. Quick as a flash he swung the maul right into one of the lads groin which completely disabled him. He asked the three remaining lads to leave or get the same treatment, they shot out faster then a sprog from Jordans fanny - they left their 'mate' behind, groaning and writhing on the floor. Two blokes grabbed him and dragged him out and there was a definite couple of thuds and a couple of yelps. I guess they stuck the boot in for good measure.
Just about everyone clapped the landlord and offered to buy him a drink, which he refused, he told them to buy the staff drinks instead.
Not MH related but it's the sort of thing I would love to do to anyone I caught sniffing around our MH except with an iron bar I carry around. It's a door jamming bar officer, honest, here let me show you how it works!