What Bloody Time?
My girlfriend was barred once. We were having many a Fosters and Gin and Tonics in the Angel Pub (nr Fenchurch St, London) one evening before heading back to mine for a night of fun.

Anyhow, near the end of the evening the manager rang the bell and called last orders. We looked at our watches and it was only 10:45. Cheeky bastard is trying to close early so we of course ordered another round. 11pm comes and the featherweight manager calls for all the glasses. I'm almost done so neck it but the girlfriend refuses and states that we had only been given 15 minutes and demands the extra 5 minutes. She points to a sign in a picture frame behind us which states the 20 mins drinking up time. Landlord gets stroppy and says he wants the glass now and trys to grab it, girlfriend moves it and takes the smallest of sips for the next five minutes. The landlord stands there tapping his feet and getting madder and madder. After the 5 mins the girlfriend finishes her drink in a big swoop and puts the glass down. Irate landlord swipes it and tell us we are barred.

At this point I complain and correctly remind him that I did indeed finish my drink in the time and he had no reason to bar me. Sod the girlfriend, it was one of my locals and I played darts there.

Fine he says, she's barred!

She says something along the lines of 'well stuff your shitty little pub, I would not be seen dead in this place again'. And we leave.

The next night I went in there and nicked the frame and the sign and gave it to my girlfriend as a birthday present! She thought it was funny-after a while. I still have it, with our wedding picture in it.

I made her ........
(Suck it and Sea, Tue 5 Sep 2006, 18:26, Reply)