Bouncers

Chicago Rock Café. It was actually in Newbury, didn't play rock, and wasn't a café. It's now a Wetherspoon's, the sort of place that's an empty bar until the good pubs close then it becomes an impromptu night club. Two big bastard bouncers at the door, along with two posts joined by a red ribbon - the type you get in airports and banks - partitioning the double door entrance. The place is dead. We go to walk in, acknowledge the bouncers and they stop us. "Sorry guys, if you want to come in, you need to join the queue", one of them says. My friend looks at them quizzically, takes a step back, a step to the right, and a step forwards and says, "well that was a bit pedantic wasn't it?"
( Turquoise Hexagon Sun has just dropped acid on, Fri 28 Mar 2014, 23:59, 5 replies)

Did they then
Frown angrily and steal all his drugs? The bouncing industry is just a way to give big slow kids a chance art power. I was refused entry to a bar in Croydon once for having a baggie with conkers in it.
(Oooh_cuntroversial Where have I been?, Sat 29 Mar 2014, 0:33, closed)

That's not really an objective yardstick, though,
given that Croydon's the cancerous arsehole of the known universe.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Sat 29 Mar 2014, 0:47, closed)

Good point
Well made.
(Oooh_cuntroversial Where have I been?, Sat 29 Mar 2014, 0:55, closed)

It's not as bad as Stevenage.

( Turquoise Hexagon Sun has just dropped acid on, Sat 29 Mar 2014, 1:10, closed)

Complete with burnt out Smilin' Sam's next to the Chicago Rock Cafe.

( gone, Mon 31 Mar 2014, 9:26, closed)