brighton bluenose
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Funny - nearly got barred from Preston Streets Kitchen Bar last Saturday as I was on the verge of jobbing some plastic Septic supporter!!!
Wasn't Cheryl Cole, I mean Tweedy, was it?
Anyone using the term ''socked'' as a euphemism for chinning someone , cannot possily have any fighting ability whatsoever
Funny - nearly got barred from Preston Streets Kitchen Bar last Saturday as I was on the verge of jobbing some plastic Septic supporter!!!
Got banned from Gibraltar in 1987. Not the pub, the country. Still not allowed back in.
I have to ask, what on earth did you do to get banned form a COUNTRY?
Drinking to excess, challenging the local police to a punch up and winning, until they brought out the reinforcements. Accusing all and sundry of being corrupt little Manuel-wannabees. Doing it all again the next night, but adding to the problem by pissing on their courthouse before challenging the nearest police patrol to a fight.
Not helped by being in the Navy at the time...and I pulled the flanker of the century! I was all lined up to plead not guilty to the military charge of D&D, knowing full well that Gib would then demand my return to face civil charges. I then made a great play of changing my plea to guilty because I did not want to return to the corrupt little dump to face trumped up charges. The Navy saw that as me changing my plea under duress and would not accept it. I was subseqently asked if I swore, I said yes, and I was charged with foul and abusive language and fined £50! I was never allowed off of a ship again when it berthed there. Not too concerned as the place is a nasty little shithole which had a bin strike in 1972 and never recovered.
Yes - The Royal Oak in Poynings.
Some fat local piece of shit came up to me and announced loudly he'd like to kick my dog. Said fat goon 'Al', is a serial drunk who spends all weekends failing to pull every poor lady he desperately plies with drink, and spends up to £500 there for his binges.
After raising the issue, the barman said it must have been my dog's fault and "did she pee somewhere or something". So, I realised the barman is just a useless wanker, and invited the fatboy out for a pasting. He mouthed off, but of course declined to take me up on the offer.
Next time in, the worthless fag of a bar-manager told me I have to APOLOGIZE to fatboy or I can't come in the pub.
Seeing the fat idiot outside, I offered to piledrive his head into the concrete, then the big-spending-drunks anus-licking barman ushered him to safety so he could sell him more plonk.
Great - so that pub wants to be represented by a problematic idiot who can't handle his drink! If the food matched the price even closely, I might even miss the place.