
I'll get straight to the point, I'm hoping for a bit of advice or at least a pointer to a site which could help me get some info. I have tried to find the information I desire on my own, but my Google fu has proven weak thus far.
Really it's very simple: As far as I can tell, being barred for life from a public house legally only means being barred for three months. But I would very much like an official resource to verify this before I proceed. Like I say, Google has failed me (Or, more accurately, I have failed Google and myself) thus far, so any help is appreciated.
I'll start typing up a brief summary of hijinx, japes, shenanigans and romps after posting this message, I figure it would be nice to keep the request and the anecdote separate since I've already rambled on.
Thanks guys, even if I don't find the results I desire I appreciate any and all comments, even if it is just to call me a retard.
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 9:55, archived)

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( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:02, archived)

cause "pants" mean different things in America.
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:06, archived)

www.whois.net/whois/barlowz.net
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:10, archived)

pants means pants
and I'm not wearing any underpants
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:08, archived)

hat the FUCK is the point of going to a pub and coming home sober?
shitcunt bastard nappy-wetting child molester shitcunts the lot of them
yes that's right, HAT THE FUCK?
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:00, archived)

about 40ish I think, went to a bar in new york and they made him go back to the hotel and get his passport to prove he was over 21.
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:04, archived)

so even if it was only 3 months, they can still ask you to bugger off.
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 9:57, archived)

You're barred until the landlord says otherwise. Or forgets what you did. Twat.
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 9:57, archived)

it's one of these common sense things, if you've been a cunt then accept it, learn from it and find another pub where you can play at not being a cunt.
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 9:59, archived)

It's their pub you have no right to go in it without their permission. Fuck right off you fucking prick.
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 9:57, archived)

barred means barred. A public house isn't public, no-one has any right to enter without the landlord's, or owners, wilfully given permission. If they take that permission away, there's fuck all you can do about it.
Looking for legal loopholes to wheedle your way back in will get your knuckles smashed up with a knobkerrie, which is what you deserve for being a double-chinned picky whiny-voiced shitstick in the first place.
Now fuck off, you prick.
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 9:58, archived)

HE HAS EVERY RIGHT TO GO BACK IN TO THE PUB RIGHT NOW AS LONG AS HE SHOUTS "YOU'RE ALL POOFS AND WANKERS" AS HE IS GOING IN AND THEN POKES THE BIGGEST BLOKE IN THE EYE.
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:00, archived)

Find a new pub and take your money to them instead.
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:02, archived)

It gets you high. Honest.
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:05, archived)

they'll just bar you again. Feel free to repeat this every three months until you get bored.
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:04, archived)

did that work oout how you were hoping, you fucking prick?
I hope you die in a car accident.
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:10, archived)

Well I will keep the specifics hidden; events transpired at a pub called 'la couronne' in a Middle b(o)rough of good ol' blighty.
1. Bouncers apprehend a friend from the dancefloor. Some time passes before I realise he is missing, I go to the front of the pub, he is being searched. I find it hilarious, put my arms against the wall, spread my legs, and say 'search me too!' Neither of us had any illicit substances, we never do, we willingly submitted to the search, and then were kicked out.
2. Attempt to enter the pub the following week. Bouncers deny me entry on sight for being 'too drunk.' I discuss the issue with the younger, most ignorant bouncer, and he struggles to the point where the older bouncer is actually laughing with me. Unfortunately I made a comment about the young bouncer being a bit thick and the older bouncer took it as a slur against his profession. They each grabbed one of my arms and carried me out. I was pissed off and made a bit of a scene, but since the person 'stopping' me from going off it was a friend's girlfriend, a tiny woman who didn't even touch me to 'hold me back,' I think it was obvious I was pissed off but restrained enough not to start a fight.
3. Attempt to enter the pub the following week. Different bouncer tells me I'm barred. Bouncers from the previous week come out, older bouncer tells me I'm barred for life for calling the younger bouncer an idiot. We have a brief, polite discussion where I make it clear I'm in the right and he and his colleague were in the wrong, then I leave amiably. Older bouncer visibly pissed off.
4. Attempt re-entry a month or so later. older bouncer is on the door. He lets me pay entry and go in. he even IDs my friend but not me. We sit at a table enjoying a pint. The rest of our friends arrive, there was six or eight of us sitting around the table enjoying a drink. i was halfway through my second pint. Original two bouncers approach; younger, ignorant one tells me to 'step outside, now!' I ask why, he says he'll tell me when i step outside. I say I'd rather know before I move. He tells me to step outside or he'll drag me out. I ask if I can at least finish my pint. He says no. I have nothing left to say, so I just look at him. he tells me not to try and stare him out, I denied I was doing so and apologised for appearing to do so. Then he grabs me and drags me out.
4 (cont.) Since I was with friends, some of whom knew the managers, I had some support, and waited outside while two people on two separate occasions discussed matters with the managers. Apparently I am barred for life for failing to submit to a narcotics search.
Additional: While outside the pub, younger bouncer tells me I am barred 'for being an idiot.' He then tells the other bouncers (Four others had congregated during my extradition) to step away, leans into my face and says, 'get away from the pub or I will break your legs.' Which I repeated in an amused manner. Which he then immediately denied. he also laid claim to the entire area outside the pub including the traffic lights and the 'blind bumps' next to them, as if he could bar me from the pavement.
Resolution: Since I am pretty certain being 'barred for life' is actually time-limited I plan to go again once the bar has expired, explain to them that I am no longer barred by law, and offer them options:
-Let me in
-Get the manager
-Get the police
If they do none of these I will ring the police myself, not to pursue any legal avenue, simply to ensure I have proven my point and to stop being pushed around by ignorant fuckheads.
The second they agree that I am allowed in, I will leave and never return, except to walk past on any nights where I have the opportunity for a convenient detour and smile and the bastards.
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( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:17, archived)

It's a bar. A shitty bar by the sounds of it. Why do you care if you get back in? Is the principle that important? Go somewhere you can enjoy people's company and get on with your life.
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:15, archived)

Just find a new one.
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( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:16, archived)

if a pub has bouncers, there's something wrong with it. find somewhere better
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:30, archived)

Middlesborough.
Any pub I've been in with bouncers has been in a bit of a rough area. This might not be the case here, but that's my experience of it.
Also: be polite to the nice men in suits. They can be a lot less restrained than the police if you seriously wind them up, and they generally have the 'no pints' advantage over drunken idiots. The fact that you're not drinking through a straw would indicate they were on cctv or that you didn't upset them enough to warrant being pulped. Don't guarantee that'll always be the case. The bouncers get to see where is and isn't covered by the cctv, and generally know which alleyway round the corner is safe to hit people in. They also (on the whole, though there are exceptions) get on with the police as a matter of the profession. Calling the police on a bouncer will get multiple bouncers stating that you started on their co-worker after having a few too many drinks, the police will quite probably agree with them if you have had anything to drink at all (unless there's some good cctv footage showing you doing *absolutely nothing*), and you then get your own special places on the government's DNA and fingerprint databases. Well done.
If you really really really insist on going back to that pub, Krunk, my best advice is to go straight to the bouncers without attempting to enter the premises, and request to meet the duty manager outside the door. Explain any issues you have with the duty manager, who has the legal right to deny you entry to the establishment for as long as he/she feels fit. He/she will listen to all you have to say, then turn to the bouncers and ask if you've been a twat. When the bouncers say yes, quite a few times, you'll then get the full lifetime ban, and possibly your photo inside the door on the "remove on sight, forcibly" list. That will then be an end of it. If the pub can afford multiple boucers, it's got a fairly large client-base. The manager will happily lose one of those clients to keep the bouncers on his side, even if you are in the right (though really, you're coming across as something of a muppet here - no offence intended to any nylon-fur clad brightly coloured types with mens hands up their backsides).
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 11:09, archived)

I bet you're american. Where's the fucking summary then, are you struggling to type it up with your useless fat fingers?
( , Sat 4 Jul 2009, 10:11, archived)