BarredI'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
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chthonic, Thu 31 Aug 2006, 12:00)
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Erm ... sorry ... we can't go there.My friend and I were out on the town. I spotted a pub we hadn't been in before so sugested we go in for a swift half to break up the walk to our final destination (plus I was busting for the loo).
Rather nervously he says "er ... we can't". Fine, so it was a bit of a rough area on the edge of the red light district, but we were stocky lads and could handle ourselves. "Why not, we'll be fine. It's early."
Cue sheepish foot shuffling from mate. "I'm barred."
Curiosity piqued I had to find out why. Turns out (this is HIS version of events, anyways, and he's sticking to it) that he had been walking past one evening and one of the working girls had been given a bit of a fright by a punter and, being the good samaritan, he had stepped in. He then offered to get her a drink while she calmed down.
He took her into the pub and the Landlord greeted them with "we don't serve YOUR sort in here. Fuck off, I've told you you're barred. And you ... yes YOU, The TOM ... YOU'RE BARRED TOO! Sick fucker".
One polaroid later and he's on the wall of shame.
(, Fri 1 Sep 2006, 9:53, Reply)
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