The nerve of the man.........?

Last night Albert brought that big disgusting tart from the pub home AGAIN. He gave me a fiver and told me to go to the Bingo. I think he was just wanting rid of me to be honest. A row broke out and i ended up chasing him round the back green with the starting handle from the Morris Minor. The police were called. I was told not to do it again. So unfair - he was the one in the wrong. Any suggestions on what i can do if this happens again tonight? (Ps - The cops confied the starting handle so i can't even use the car now until they return it). I'm not looking forward to Christmas...........