who were seated by the door, he decided to dig his heels in. A scuffle began, the timing could not have been better and as if on cue his trousers dropped to his ankles and minus any underwear therefore treating the two young women to a full frontal, a loud cheer went up and the whole place erupted into laughter. Eventually we manage to throw him out, we watched him as he zig zagged up the high street still holding a bottle of beer, with trousers at half-mast singing away without a care in the world. Brilliant, what a way to start the evening.
Another humorous situation occurred with the return of a peculiar woman who we had barred a couple of weeks earlier. She was basically very drunk and abusive, and was asked to leave the premises, it was not my fault that as she went through the door she tripped and fell on her arse. She had thought I had tripped her up, blaming everyone for her embarrassing predicament she then picks herself up and continues her tirade of foul language in our direction. She fell over because she was blind drunk. Perhaps I am a bit old fashioned but to see a young woman in this state makes a very depressing spectacle. Initially you find it mildly amusing but when you think about it, it’s a bit sad really. Unfortunately it is a common occurrence in this game and dealing with them is all part of the job.
It was getting near to last orders and we still had a small queue at the front doors when this old trout turns up and walks to straight to the front of the queue much to the annoyance of a big fella who was next in line. She was ranting and raving and demanding to be allowed in. I was called to deal with the situation. I told her she had no chance and basically to go away or words to that effect. (It was the same woman who I had barred the previous Saturday.)
With that the big fella butted in-
“Can I go in now mate”?
Before I could say a word she screams at him and tells him to fuck off at the top of her voice and then she takes a huge swing at him. He manages to avoid her punch and then the bell for last orders is rung. A red mist must of descended over this normally peaceful individual, he was not worried about being attacked by this mad woman, but because of her the frightening prospect of not getting in to savour the last few pints of his Saturday night out was becoming a reality. It’s all too much for him and suddenly out of nowhere a peach of a right hand punch catches her flush on the chin, Mike Tyson would have been most proud of that one. She goes down and gets up to stagger down the road holding her chin, not too much to say now I thought.
I told fatty off for what he done and he was very apologetic, and then I let him in so he could purchase his well-deserved pint. To the victor the spoils.
Don’t get me wrong I am not condoning violence against a woman but this person would not respond to normal requests she was ruining everyone’s night out, threatening us all at the door, she used so many expletives that she actually ran out of them and then tried to use violence because she could not get her own way, just the sort of girl you could bring home to meet your mother. She was drunk, violent and foul and got what she deserved. The fairer sex… my arse.
Peter John and I were standing outside the front doors one warm summer evening, the usual crowds are all filing past when I notice a young woman walk past.
She stops suddenly turns around and comes back in our direction and enters the bar. About thirty seconds later we hear screams and that telltale sound of breaking glass, the alarm is sounded and we rush in to find that the young girl who had just walked in had just smashed a pint glass over some guy’s head. Pete is the first one inside and he grabs the young woman, she is going ballistic, shouting and screaming at some fella who was sitting by the window. Pete puts her in the strangle hold, after all this is the nineties equality and all that. And so she is thrown out just like any
Another humorous situation occurred with the return of a peculiar woman who we had barred a couple of weeks earlier. She was basically very drunk and abusive, and was asked to leave the premises, it was not my fault that as she went through the door she tripped and fell on her arse. She had thought I had tripped her up, blaming everyone for her embarrassing predicament she then picks herself up and continues her tirade of foul language in our direction. She fell over because she was blind drunk. Perhaps I am a bit old fashioned but to see a young woman in this state makes a very depressing spectacle. Initially you find it mildly amusing but when you think about it, it’s a bit sad really. Unfortunately it is a common occurrence in this game and dealing with them is all part of the job.
It was getting near to last orders and we still had a small queue at the front doors when this old trout turns up and walks to straight to the front of the queue much to the annoyance of a big fella who was next in line. She was ranting and raving and demanding to be allowed in. I was called to deal with the situation. I told her she had no chance and basically to go away or words to that effect. (It was the same woman who I had barred the previous Saturday.)
With that the big fella butted in-
“Can I go in now mate”?
Before I could say a word she screams at him and tells him to fuck off at the top of her voice and then she takes a huge swing at him. He manages to avoid her punch and then the bell for last orders is rung. A red mist must of descended over this normally peaceful individual, he was not worried about being attacked by this mad woman, but because of her the frightening prospect of not getting in to savour the last few pints of his Saturday night out was becoming a reality. It’s all too much for him and suddenly out of nowhere a peach of a right hand punch catches her flush on the chin, Mike Tyson would have been most proud of that one. She goes down and gets up to stagger down the road holding her chin, not too much to say now I thought.
I told fatty off for what he done and he was very apologetic, and then I let him in so he could purchase his well-deserved pint. To the victor the spoils.
Don’t get me wrong I am not condoning violence against a woman but this person would not respond to normal requests she was ruining everyone’s night out, threatening us all at the door, she used so many expletives that she actually ran out of them and then tried to use violence because she could not get her own way, just the sort of girl you could bring home to meet your mother. She was drunk, violent and foul and got what she deserved. The fairer sex… my arse.
Peter John and I were standing outside the front doors one warm summer evening, the usual crowds are all filing past when I notice a young woman walk past.
She stops suddenly turns around and comes back in our direction and enters the bar. About thirty seconds later we hear screams and that telltale sound of breaking glass, the alarm is sounded and we rush in to find that the young girl who had just walked in had just smashed a pint glass over some guy’s head. Pete is the first one inside and he grabs the young woman, she is going ballistic, shouting and screaming at some fella who was sitting by the window. Pete puts her in the strangle hold, after all this is the nineties equality and all that. And so she is thrown out just like any
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