Bloke I used to work with
Was mild-mannered office worker by day, but thanks to his judo skills, bouncer by night at a huge Irish club in North London (which from memory I think was owned by his uncle).

The funniest story I remember (among the many he - let's call him K - told) was the time he took his monkey suit down the dry cleaners, then when he went back to collect it, they couldn't find it.

A bit of a 'discussion' followed, ending with K telling the people at the dry cleaners that they hadn't heard the last of it (he planned on sending them a stroppy letter).

So he turns up at work that night wearing a normal business suit, and explains to the other bouncers about what happened.

The next evening, walking to work, he notices that the dry cleaners is all boarded up, and relates this observation to his fellow doormen when he gets to work.

"You're welcome, K," says one of them in a strong Irish accent.

"You what?"

"Well, I was going home last night and went past there and thought, those are the feckers who lost K's suit, so I put a bin through the window for you".

"Shit", says K, "they're bound to think it's me, angry customer, lost suit and all that".

"I wouldn't worry so much", says the window-smasher, "it's not like they know who you are or where you live is it...?"

At which point K told him about the letter he'd sent that afternoon and a lively discussion ensued.

Length? A week or two before he stopped worrying that he was going to get arrested any moment...
(Capo, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 8:31, 2 replies)

That'll be The National
on Kilburn High Road?

Loved that place.
(MadBouncyDog Barking at the moon since, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 22:02, closed)

Nope not there
This was the Gresham on Holloway Road (now gone I think)
(Capo, Fri 10 Apr 2009, 5:00, closed)