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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I was barred......from a pub I used to work at as a glass collector when I was in 6th form in my hometown. It was a newly-trendified place in the middle of town - loads of cash spent by the brewery, video walls etc.
The manager was a mid-40's, overbearing, witless pillock with a barely-legal girlfriend who quite obviously couldn't stand the sight of him and was only with him for the money. I discovered during my tenure that she had fucked at least two of the weekend doormen whilst living in the pub with the manager. Naturally these facts generated no respect for the girl on my part whatsoever.
One night he decided to fire me out-of-the-blue for 'not keeping the other glass collectors busy'. Y'see, he'd recently made me Head Glass Collector - a title which I had rejected because a) I wasn't being paid any more for it and b) leadership held absolutely no interest for me, and still doesn't. So, being fired, I shared my views on his overbearing witless pillocky-ness and some home truths about his goldigging little slut of a girlfriend. So he barred me too (an empty gesture, since I've never been there on a recreational basis before or since - going out in my hometown makes up in danger what it lacks in entertainment value).
I understand that shortly after, rather than weed out those who were willing and obviously capable of showing his squeeze a better time than he could, he fired ALL of the weekend door staff. As a result, no-one capable of watching the door was willing to work for him for weeks, and the place got damn-near torn apart as a result. He was replaced as manager a couple of months later. I've no idea what happened to the girlfriend - probably got about three meathead rugrats and a council house by now.
The day he fired me, I went across to the pub across the road to see if they had any room for a non-head glass collector and it seems they'd seen me at work in the other place and hired me on the spot on the strength of it. Ayyyy :)
(, Thu 7 Sep 2006, 9:11, Reply)
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