Sue Johnston
why, I hear you ask? surely she's a well loved and respected actress, known to millions as mrs royle senior?

she's also an arrogant, ignorant cow with no manners. back in the late nineties I'm working behind the bar in a very posh hotel in a manchester - as a result of the poshness and the proximity to Granada Studios, we'd get an awful lot of 'stars' in. so one night, there I am cashing up on the bar and she walks up to me, and demands that I go and find her reading glasses. she's had a fair bit to drink, and isnt satisfied with me telling her that I'm (very obviously - I have the best part of four or five grand in front of me that I'm counting) a bit busy right now, but as soon as I'm finished I'll have a look for them. in the meantime, if we find them, we'll look after them. it's plainly a busy night, all the staff are being run ragged, anyone with a bit of nous would say 'fair enough' surely?

not her. she pulls my hand away from what I'm doing, and tells me she needs her reading glasses found NOW. I'm to stop doing what I'm doing and go and find them for her. now my hackles at this point are well and truly up, and I repeat icily that I'm a little busy. this is making no impact on the drunken cow, and her volume starts going up. people are starting to look over in our direction. I just ignore her, and very shortly John the night porter (night porter/bouncer, ex-boxer - a lovely guy, but you wouldnt even begin to speculate about thinking of crossing him) sidles up to the bar with her handbag - which contains a pair of glasses.
her glasses, funnily enough.

so, ignorant, arrogant cow with no manners, who cant behave herself after a few drinks. I cant stand the sight of her on tv now.

Denise Welch

all of the above plus miserable. Now, if you'd locked yourself out of the house, what would you do? call a locksmith? call the husband/wife to come home and let you in? or would you phone a hotel bar, where your other half *might* be, and demand that the person who answers the phone drop everything and go and search the hotel for the significant other on the *very* off chance they might be in the establishment? (she also wasnt impressed with my answer when I was asked if tim healy was in the bar. I said 'tim who? does he work here??') when I pointed out to her that it wasnt my job to go and find her husband, she responded by saying 'well I'm locked out - what am I supposed to do?' my answer of 'remember your keys next time?' wasnt well received.

she was even less impressed when I put the phone down. silly tart.

* and breathes *
(tjn whizzing on the electric fence of life, Sat 6 Feb 2010, 23:14, Reply)