Mate of mine...
...We were all out on a piss up. And, as we were much younger, beer trophies were a must have. The rules were we each had to get one and they each had to be different!

So, last pub, near kicking out time and we're all sitting with coat pockets laden with the usual pint glasses and ashtrays (yes, it was that long ago) and one lad, worryingly, had a urinal cake... But the less said about that the better!

Only one lad remained without a single trophy. He was desperately trying to think of something to take, something that no one else had got.
By kicking out time he still hadn't got anything. We all got our coats on and he said he was just going to the toilet and he'd meet us outside.

We waited, and were treated to the sight of him bursting through the door and running up the main street with a bar stool under one arm, and a rolled up rug under the other with an angry member of staff hot on his heels.

...He still has those trophies!
(NoStrings Tastes like zombies!!, Sat 9 Nov 2013, 0:38, 5 replies)

best i ever got was an ice bucket
complete with stand!
( real i'm not happy 'til you're not happy, Sat 9 Nov 2013, 6:04, closed)

My best was a wooden loo seat.
Thanks the maker of the Leatherman!
(Pookie Bear had some very shiny foez, Sat 9 Nov 2013, 12:04, closed)

My best was one of those big pub brollies
Very useful in the garden in summer.
( spesh., Sat 9 Nov 2013, 14:34, closed)

Strangely I've always found that
stealing glass-ware from pubs usually ends up in disaster as it ends up being broken.
The fact that I'm usually pissed when I do it may have something to do with the amount of breakages.
(s0ckpuppet logging out to reply to you if you're not careful, Sat 9 Nov 2013, 6:10, closed)

I've taken bar staff home on a couple of occasions.
I suspect in my dotage I'll look back on that more fondly than a shitty glass or bar trinket. Horses for courses like.
(comedy bully grrrr, Sat 9 Nov 2013, 17:53, closed)