On my 18th birthday I walked into a local pub and asked if I could have a job
The landlord employed me cos he was impressed with my nerve. I didn't realise this at the time, having never been drinking in a local pub by that point (because Rock City was in Nottingham city centre), but it was the roughest pub in a 3 mile radius. It was there that I learnt to duck.

Morning all
(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:41, 2 replies, latest was 12 years ago)

You never went to the pub before you we're 18?

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:42, Reply)

Can't you fucking read either?

( Peej, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:44, Reply)

what a tosser eh?

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:44, Reply)

Broken Britain.

( Kroney, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:45, Reply)

I read your tit fondling lies up there ^

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:47, Reply)

Why would anyone think that was a lie?

( Peej, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:50, Reply)

He never made it further than the bins round the back.

(localboy purveyor of pisspoor puns, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:45, Reply)

POTD
It's early mind
(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:47, Reply)

STAY ABOUT FRZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz

( Peej, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:48, Reply)

*chortle*

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:50, Reply)

*sigh* Here's how it worked, Nakers.
I went to school in Nottingham rather than my local comp because I was (emphasis on past tense) quite clever. The few friends I made were more interested in drinking in pubs in the city centre than coming all the way across the county to my home town. Plus, Rock City was in the city centre, and we used to go there. Local pubs round my way held no appeal for me until the prospect of earning a wage, and learning to duck, became available.

HTH you bent spastic.
(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:50, Reply)

One of my all time favourite eye-wipingly hilarious pieces of television footage
is from an Arena 'heavy metal' documentary made in the 1980s. It's shot in Rock City at a 'heavy metal' disco - it was the first time I became aware of the 'skipping around the dancefloor' activity. Oh 'heavy metal'. Oh dear.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:55, Reply)

Hahahaha that takes me back
People used to do that in the late 90s when I was a regular. I was very much of the "see how many people one can blind by flinging one's hair about" school of dancing.
(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:59, Reply)

eh?

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 9:09, Reply)

I worked in the kitchens at my local pub and they wouldn't let me drink there anymore.
That was a bit shit.
It wasn't rough though - I lived in a nice area.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:48, Reply)

What a story. What. A. Story.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:55, Reply)

Ok, I admit that I embellished it a little.

( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Fri 22 Mar 2013, 8:59, Reply)