Barred
I've only ever been barred from one pub, the "Fort St George in England" on Midsummer Common in Cambridge.*
I was part of a group caught drunkenly trying to add our names in biro to a historic signed cricket bat. I still have the pint glass I was holding as I was chucked out.
Where have you been banned from?
*All pubs in Cambridge have posh names like this. 25% fact
( , Thu 31 Aug 2006, 12:00)
I've only ever been barred from one pub, the "Fort St George in England" on Midsummer Common in Cambridge.*
I was part of a group caught drunkenly trying to add our names in biro to a historic signed cricket bat. I still have the pint glass I was holding as I was chucked out.
Where have you been banned from?
*All pubs in Cambridge have posh names like this. 25% fact
( , Thu 31 Aug 2006, 12:00)
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Yey for graduation!
After graduation last year i was thrown out of a couple of pubs. Friends, Family and even Mum.
The Hourglass threw us out as we were very drunk and kept knocking over the spare pints on the table. We had spares as everytime my flatmat exclaimed 'More Booze!' dad gave the person nearest the bar a tenner and told them to go buy a pint. When one of our company started falling asleep they asked her to leave and eventually they stoped serving me or my dad and asked us to leave. Not even Mum was allowed to stay.
We then moved on to the Holland Club, a postgrad bar on campus. Usually reserved for staff, postgrads and quite pints, we made a right tits of ourselves, crammed crisps into each others faces (most of which ended up on the floor) and were then shouted at by the scary bar manager (Sorry Mr. Manager) who told us to leave.
Fun night.
( , Thu 31 Aug 2006, 13:47, Reply)
After graduation last year i was thrown out of a couple of pubs. Friends, Family and even Mum.
The Hourglass threw us out as we were very drunk and kept knocking over the spare pints on the table. We had spares as everytime my flatmat exclaimed 'More Booze!' dad gave the person nearest the bar a tenner and told them to go buy a pint. When one of our company started falling asleep they asked her to leave and eventually they stoped serving me or my dad and asked us to leave. Not even Mum was allowed to stay.
We then moved on to the Holland Club, a postgrad bar on campus. Usually reserved for staff, postgrads and quite pints, we made a right tits of ourselves, crammed crisps into each others faces (most of which ended up on the floor) and were then shouted at by the scary bar manager (Sorry Mr. Manager) who told us to leave.
Fun night.
( , Thu 31 Aug 2006, 13:47, Reply)
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