Town has always been dangerous. Most towns and city centres are at times. If you do a percentage of times going out and amount of times being assaulted, the percentage is going to be very low indeed, though. A single incident can be traumatising and even life changing though, so once can be all it takes and then once is once too many.
I went out every Saturday right through the 70s, 80s and we'll into the 90s. So we are talking of hundreds of nights out. I was never directly assaulted, although it's been a close thing once or twice. My brother has been less lucky. He got filled in in Rotters one Saturday for accidentally spilling a drink. Our mates, home from the forces and upstairs at the time, then filled in the aggressors.
Another time he got suckered by a scumbag on St Anne street with an iron bar just because of the clothes he was wearing. Another time, having a quiet drink in a Dock Road pub with a mate he was told to drink up and leave by doormen. No reason given. On leaving he was done from behind by the door staff.
A mate of ours who was a highly skilled martial arts instructor had his face slashed indiscriminately by some Everton gobshites running past him as he was walking down Stanley Street minding his own business.
There are some absolute vermin out there. Some never run into them, some unfortunately do.
Personally, I've had a run-in with a coach load of people from Skem on Lime Street and a guy who turned off Dale Street and came at me with a bottle as I was stood outside Radio City. Bizarrely, I disarmed both incidents with chat and we left on civil terms. ::
Edited for predictive text cockups.