Barman in dingy club
The "club" had a student night which the locals took to include school pupils as well. Now this meant we had to be careful about who we served without asking for I.D. everytime. The police were at the door one night but it still remained busy so it probably wasn't that bad.
Fuck some customers were painful though.

1: The young posh student who came up to the bar saying somebody had spilled his vodka and lemondade. Without trying to sound too disintrested I said "Right?"
"Well can you pour me another one?"
Words fail me.

2. As we got busy on the nights where all drinks were a quid there was often a long wait. One guy consistently tried to shout my attention, and I mean shout. If he didn't get chucked out I would serve him (last of course) by which point he would still shout angrily.

3. A bar manager who would always give his money to the barman to get the round in then go through the ridiculous charade of whether we had diet pepsi in this week to go with his vodka. I politely declined and said no not this week. Six months this went on and he still asked every week. To be fair he did so apologisingly as he knew the manager was a right twunt.

4. The young lady who ran the karaoke was a bit of a mare. Ego to match mariah carey but was glad just to have auditioned for X factor and run her own karaoke night. I put on a cd for one part of the bar as there was no d.j. in that area. Picture a mix c.d. with Bowie, Clash, Pixies and The Jam. Considering in my home town all clubs played pop or trance it was pretty out there. Cue her asking me to change the c.d. for something more lively to entice the customers in. It was 12:30am and there were 2 other customers in the room. If I had put on her Jive Bunny c.d. it was hardly going to bring the roof down was it?
(muzzvsworld, Mon 8 Sep 2008, 1:33, Reply)