Naming and shaming
the cunting Lock Tavern in Camden

I've not been there for a couple of years (because of this very reason) but some of my friends used to think it was cool to drink there, and every fucking time it would go something like:

emvee walks up to bar.
emvee is only person at bar.
there are three people behind bar.
one is stacking glasses.
one is "managing".
one is staring blankly into space, being too goddamn fucking cool to serve anyone, or chatting to the "manager".
emvee loses his rag and starts jumping up and down, waving arms and money, shouting "Hello! Hello! Am I fucking invisible? I'd like a fucking drink sometime this century!"
ten to fifteen minutes later, one of the staff deigns to serve emvee a drink.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Sat 3 May 2008, 13:10, Reply)