I regret nothing. He deserved it. Here’s how it happened....

It was my sister Ammi’s hen night and we were out at a night club with 10 of her closest personal friends. We were slightly drunk - I was probably the most sober out of anyone, since I had arranged the night.

“Journey to the next club starts in 2 minutes!” I declare, pointing a finger into the air.

“Yay!” Ammi said drunkenly. “I gotta go pee.”

She stumbled up from the chaise she was sat on and staggered her way over to the toilets - the male ones.

“Oh god,” I said. “What the hell is she doing?”

“D’you wamme to go gedder?” May, Ammi’s maid of honour, slurred.

And that would’ve probably ended up even worse, so I said, “No, May, let me go.”

I climbed up from my chair and worked my way through the crowd. The crowd was jumping to the music, throbbing and pulsing like they had merged into one entity. I squeezed through the mass of people and pushed the door to the male toilets.

And that was when I saw it. A stupid drunk man with huge abs had pushed Ammi against the wall and was... doing stuff to her that would have made me kick him in the balls. I cried out, my mind going blank.

I didn’t remember taking the toilet rolls off the holder, picking it up, and bashing the man - later known as Aaron Mack - until his skull caved in on his brain, killing him. It was only until after it happened and I was holding a bloody holder that I realised he was dead.

And, honestly, I didn’t regret a thing.