4th!
Fuck it. I shouldn't have bothered. I've not been out in my home town for 2 years or so. It's a shithole.
The usual fights. Vomiting. Crap dancing. Drug dealing. Etc.

Hey ACTUALLY! I used to work in a very rough pub called the "Saltoun". One morning a regular walks in and asks if I have the keys to the rooms upstairs. I didn't.
Turns out 2 English lads staying in the hotel bit had mugged his nephew the night before (The lad was a bit of a druggie and was carrying about £150 on him) outside the bar. This was a BIG mistake. Said regular was from a very bad part of Glasgow and had a MASSIVE scar on his face (started on his forehead down over his eye to his chin) from when he was in a knife fight. He was also a grade A psycho.
Realising he couldn't just burst into their room he took a screwdriver from behind the bar (I had no part in that) and waited by the window. When the 2 lads came out he chased them down the street. He didn't catch them but they had left their keys in the car door. He went in and took the stereo. A mobile phone and then flattened the tires.
I finished my shift before they came back for the car but I heard later it took them 3 hours to show up and when they did they had the young lads cash with a bit extra on top. They were meant to stay over another night but just got the car tires pumped up and fucked off.

Don't blame them.

I used to open the bar at 7am and there were always the same 3 guys waiting outside for it to open come rain or shine. One of them always ordered the same thing. A pint and a double rum. He would be royally pissed by 11. Go home for a kip and come back at 5.
( Maffers I flow kinda strange like Spina Bifida footprints, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 20:57, Reply)