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Only once, I was sitting in my local (Donview in Bridge if Don, Aberdeen if anyone knows it) with half a dizen mates when the manageress told me to get out as I was underage. Had to do the walk of shame much to the hilarity of my mates as I was the only one who was actually 18. This was in 1985 before things like ID cards were around. My Dad went round the next day to put them straight and they offered me a free pint next time I came in. Never been back since. I was, along with my colleagues, refused entry into a club in York whilst we were attending a conference. Doorman didn’t want Scottish people coming in. It was the eve of Prince Andrews marriage to Fergie so the city centre was crawling with police. We talked to the nearest PC about it but doorman then said we’d been causing trouble in the queue so cops told us to vacate the area ASAP. Never been back there either ! 😊
Never been thrown out of a pub, but have been thrown out of a town. Many years ago at uni, it was a quiet Wednesday afternoon in March when the Glasgow University Car Club decided to go for a hoon down to Prestwick. After a high speed blast down the A77 we arrived in town and decided to hold an autotest in a deserted seafront car park.
After ten minutes of tyre shedding fun, a panda car drew up. A single bobby got out of the car, sauntered over to us and said: "Get into your cars and get out of town - NOW!"
We left, although one of our members mentioned that as the constabulary hadn't told us how fast we had to leave town we should leave at maximum speed. He was ignored...
After ten minutes of tyre shedding fun, a panda car drew up. A single bobby got out of the car, sauntered over to us and said: "Get into your cars and get out of town - NOW!"
We left, although one of our members mentioned that as the constabulary hadn't told us how fast we had to leave town we should leave at maximum speed. He was ignored...
Edited by matchmaker on Wednesday 11th December 13:19
Not many pubs but quite a few nightclubs for various reasons.
But most memorable throughout was from a hotel in Glasgow, we were about 40 all told on a mates stag do, me and a mate were sharing a twin room and had went back to have a change of clothes and freshen up after about 6 hrs drinking with a good few chemicals ingested too. Mate was using shower and I noticed there was a key in the connecting door to another suite, so I gingerly opens door and has a quick look see and bingo suite was unnoccupied. Shouts the info to pal and swiftly drop all my clothes off and enter spare bathroom to have crap then jump in shower.
Unfortunately half way through ablutions door from main corridor opens and into the suite steps a young Australian couple to be greeted by me sitting on their crapper in the buff, it took some explaining and they didn't see the funny side tbh.
Asked to leave the day we were leaving anyway lol.
But most memorable throughout was from a hotel in Glasgow, we were about 40 all told on a mates stag do, me and a mate were sharing a twin room and had went back to have a change of clothes and freshen up after about 6 hrs drinking with a good few chemicals ingested too. Mate was using shower and I noticed there was a key in the connecting door to another suite, so I gingerly opens door and has a quick look see and bingo suite was unnoccupied. Shouts the info to pal and swiftly drop all my clothes off and enter spare bathroom to have crap then jump in shower.
Unfortunately half way through ablutions door from main corridor opens and into the suite steps a young Australian couple to be greeted by me sitting on their crapper in the buff, it took some explaining and they didn't see the funny side tbh.
Asked to leave the day we were leaving anyway lol.
dingg said:
Not many pubs but quite a few nightclubs for various reasons.
But most memorable throughout was from a hotel in Glasgow, we were about 40 all told on a mates stag do, me and a mate were sharing a twin room and had went back to have a change of clothes and freshen up after about 6 hrs drinking with a good few chemicals ingested too. Mate was using shower and I noticed there was a key in the connecting door to another suite, so I gingerly opens door and has a quick look see and bingo suite was unnoccupied. Shouts the info to pal and swiftly drop all my clothes off and enter spare bathroom to have crap then jump in shower.
Unfortunately half way through ablutions door from main corridor opens and into the suite steps a young Australian couple to be greeted by me sitting on their crapper in the buff, it took some explaining and they didn't see the funny side tbh.
Asked to leave the day we were leaving anyway lol.
But most memorable throughout was from a hotel in Glasgow, we were about 40 all told on a mates stag do, me and a mate were sharing a twin room and had went back to have a change of clothes and freshen up after about 6 hrs drinking with a good few chemicals ingested too. Mate was using shower and I noticed there was a key in the connecting door to another suite, so I gingerly opens door and has a quick look see and bingo suite was unnoccupied. Shouts the info to pal and swiftly drop all my clothes off and enter spare bathroom to have crap then jump in shower.
Unfortunately half way through ablutions door from main corridor opens and into the suite steps a young Australian couple to be greeted by me sitting on their crapper in the buff, it took some explaining and they didn't see the funny side tbh.
Asked to leave the day we were leaving anyway lol.
fesuvious said:
At least five times from memory (or at least five I remember!).
1 horrible episode in 'Exiles' (as it was) in B'ham. That instance was unjust, unfair and the bouncers considered they had a right to pile in on us in the fire exit at the back of the building.
The 'rules' were different back then.
Exiles sounds very familiar, I'm not sure if it was there but I was a student in Brum in the late 90s and one of my flatmates tried to split up a fight between a few people he knew, the next thing we heard was the bouncer was starting on him outside - proper union jack t-shirt skinhead racist and my flatmate was from Kenya..... a group of us went outside and suddenly all the bouncers kicked off at us, roundhouse kicks to the head etc. Being a chicken I was stood at the back of the queue, I think they would have been prosecuted in the end as I think some of the lads with the extended group had their jaws broken by bouncers etc. Sort of off topic as I wasn't personally kicked out !1 horrible episode in 'Exiles' (as it was) in B'ham. That instance was unjust, unfair and the bouncers considered they had a right to pile in on us in the fire exit at the back of the building.
The 'rules' were different back then.
Bigdek67 said:
Only once, I was sitting in my local (Donview in Bridge if Don, Aberdeen if anyone knows it) with half a dizen mates when the manageress told me to get out as I was underage. Had to do the walk of shame much to the hilarity of my mates as I was the only one who was actually 18. This was in 1985 before things like ID cards were around. My Dad went round the next day to put them straight and they offered me a free pint next time I came in. Never been back since. I was, along with my colleagues, refused entry into a club in York whilst we were attending a conference. Doorman didn’t want Scottish people coming in. It was the eve of Prince Andrews marriage to Fergie so the city centre was crawling with police. We talked to the nearest PC about it but doorman then said we’d been causing trouble in the queue so cops told us to vacate the area ASAP. Never been back there either ! ??
Small world! I got chucked out of there about 10 years ago (probably at this time of the year, too) when I was 17. There was a big group of us, maybe 10 or so. We used to go in quite a lot and it was kind of agreed with the landlords that 'don't be a dick and it'll be fine'. Unfortunately this was at the same time that Mkat was a big thing & one of our lot (a t
t) was out his face, something riled him and he then went outside and started punching a jag in the car park, as you do... Safe to say we got chucked out pronto. One spoiling for the rest unfortunately.
It's changed hands several times recently and is now a Chinese I think. I just stay a 15 minute walk away in Grandholm.
I've been turfed out of a few places over the years but one that really stands out to me was the time I was escorted from the premises at Visage nightclub in Doncaster because I had the audacity to take a bit of a kicking from a random psychotic lass.
I was walking form dancefloor to bar when this total stranger decided to start pushing me from behind and threw a couple of slaps at my head. I turned around expecting a swift resolution of a case of mistaken identity but she just started yelling at me to fight back. Naturally as I'm not a complete nutter I declined and tried to walk away at which point slaps and punches started to rain in. I turned to walk towards the door where the bouncers would see this mentalist battering me and throw her out. But they grabbed me by the armpits and frog-marched me straight down the stairs instead. I tried to explain that I'd made a beeline for them to avoid any further altercation but I was told in no uncertain terms that they wouldn't tolerate me fighting and I wasn't welcome to return.
Quite ironic really as around that time - and I'm not at all proud of this - I knocked about with a fairly big bunch of lads who enjoyed a bit of a tear-up in said club most weekends and I never experienced ejection when I deserved it for being in the middle of a ruck.
Which brings back another memory. There was a nasty little skinhead fella who used to go in there looking for aggro on a regular basis. One Friday night I was unfortunate enough to be next to him on the dancefloor when he decided it was fighting time. He swung a punch that landed square on some poor lass's cheekbone so I flew into a rage and lamped him with the best punch I'd ever thrown. I'm far from being a hard man but I'd rocked him and was about to follow up with another one to finish it there and then. But a few lads who'd come to my sixth form from rather more salubrious neighbourhoods than my own saw me landing the first punch and grabbed at my arms to hold me back and stop me from getting myself into trouble. Leaving my nose completely clear for a crunching blow from the psychotic skinhead. Thanks lads.
I was walking form dancefloor to bar when this total stranger decided to start pushing me from behind and threw a couple of slaps at my head. I turned around expecting a swift resolution of a case of mistaken identity but she just started yelling at me to fight back. Naturally as I'm not a complete nutter I declined and tried to walk away at which point slaps and punches started to rain in. I turned to walk towards the door where the bouncers would see this mentalist battering me and throw her out. But they grabbed me by the armpits and frog-marched me straight down the stairs instead. I tried to explain that I'd made a beeline for them to avoid any further altercation but I was told in no uncertain terms that they wouldn't tolerate me fighting and I wasn't welcome to return.
Quite ironic really as around that time - and I'm not at all proud of this - I knocked about with a fairly big bunch of lads who enjoyed a bit of a tear-up in said club most weekends and I never experienced ejection when I deserved it for being in the middle of a ruck.
Which brings back another memory. There was a nasty little skinhead fella who used to go in there looking for aggro on a regular basis. One Friday night I was unfortunate enough to be next to him on the dancefloor when he decided it was fighting time. He swung a punch that landed square on some poor lass's cheekbone so I flew into a rage and lamped him with the best punch I'd ever thrown. I'm far from being a hard man but I'd rocked him and was about to follow up with another one to finish it there and then. But a few lads who'd come to my sixth form from rather more salubrious neighbourhoods than my own saw me landing the first punch and grabbed at my arms to hold me back and stop me from getting myself into trouble. Leaving my nose completely clear for a crunching blow from the psychotic skinhead. Thanks lads.
Local pub I have had a few funny ones, though not being kicked out, all by one barman and we are good friends but he can be a bit of a prima donna.
About to leave anyway and didn't hear that he was kicking people out for saying a certain phrase, a phrase that we said most nights for a long time, usually he would say "thanks for coming" to someone who had eaten at the pub, and one of us would finish it off with "all over my face".
Finishing up a pint, two mates left and someone in our group said "thanks for coming" I of course finished my last swig and finished it with "all over my face" in a packed restaurant. Out.
Another time he refused to serve me, I walked in, said hello to him, stood at the bar for 10 minutes whilst he chatted and served others who arrived after me, finally got to me and finally asked what I wanted, apparently the answer is "I can't remember, I have been stood here so fking long I've forgotten what day it is and why I came in" that did not go down well at all, he went utterly mental, and told me he didn't see me, I then said I had said hello to him as I walked in and stop being such a knob, refused service, thankfully someone else served me. We both apologised to each other the next day
About to leave anyway and didn't hear that he was kicking people out for saying a certain phrase, a phrase that we said most nights for a long time, usually he would say "thanks for coming" to someone who had eaten at the pub, and one of us would finish it off with "all over my face".
Finishing up a pint, two mates left and someone in our group said "thanks for coming" I of course finished my last swig and finished it with "all over my face" in a packed restaurant. Out.
Another time he refused to serve me, I walked in, said hello to him, stood at the bar for 10 minutes whilst he chatted and served others who arrived after me, finally got to me and finally asked what I wanted, apparently the answer is "I can't remember, I have been stood here so f
king long I've forgotten what day it is and why I came in" that did not go down well at all, he went utterly mental, and told me he didn't see me, I then said I had said hello to him as I walked in and stop being such a knob, refused service, thankfully someone else served me. We both apologised to each other the next dayMikebentley said:
No definitely the Green Man. It was next to a bank and some trawling shows it was in Oxford street on the right as you rounded the corner from Brintons. It was actually the Green Man and Still.
You are (of course) absolutely correct. I think it must have gone by the time I moved there.Thrown out of the pub countless times, mainly underage drinking and fighting (not me personally but as a group) - when we were young and stupid.
Thrown out of clubs in town a few times for being too drunk, once or twice in a case of mistaken identity, ran away once during a huge fight that involved two largish groups (not involved just wanted out of there!).
Chased out of a bar in San Francisco by a group of locals who didn't take kindly to their ladies being chatted up by a group of British lads, ended up running in to a group of Russian / Albanian / Dodgy Eastern Europeans who were congregating in an alley engaged in some "business" dealings who didn't too kindly to being interrupted by the three whooping / hollering Americans and my good self, they thankfully took pity on me and showed the Americans the wrong end of a gun to get them to disappear, ended up having a great night.
Had my head put through a window by a rather un-impressed local when i went flying into him after slipping on a glass on the floor, knocked his drink all over him, not such a great night, it started a huge brawl, loads of police cars, people getting arrested and me stood in the middle like a right wally.
Thrown out of a club in Vegas (Paris) as one of the group decided to p*** on the Eiffel tower replica that goes through the middle of the club floor.
A few more I'd rather not write down too, haha.
Thrown out of clubs in town a few times for being too drunk, once or twice in a case of mistaken identity, ran away once during a huge fight that involved two largish groups (not involved just wanted out of there!).
Chased out of a bar in San Francisco by a group of locals who didn't take kindly to their ladies being chatted up by a group of British lads, ended up running in to a group of Russian / Albanian / Dodgy Eastern Europeans who were congregating in an alley engaged in some "business" dealings who didn't too kindly to being interrupted by the three whooping / hollering Americans and my good self, they thankfully took pity on me and showed the Americans the wrong end of a gun to get them to disappear, ended up having a great night.
Had my head put through a window by a rather un-impressed local when i went flying into him after slipping on a glass on the floor, knocked his drink all over him, not such a great night, it started a huge brawl, loads of police cars, people getting arrested and me stood in the middle like a right wally.
Thrown out of a club in Vegas (Paris) as one of the group decided to p*** on the Eiffel tower replica that goes through the middle of the club floor.
A few more I'd rather not write down too, haha.
Thrown out of a club in Vegas (Paris) as one of the group decided to p*** on the Eiffel tower replica that goes through the middle of the club floor.
A few more I'd rather not write down too, haha.
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I know some French people who would throw you off the roof for that, never mind throw you out.
A few more I'd rather not write down too, haha.
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I know some French people who would throw you off the roof for that, never mind throw you out.
Frank7 said:
Thrown out of a club in Vegas (Paris) as one of the group decided to p*** on the Eiffel tower replica that goes through the middle of the club floor.
A few more I'd rather not write down too, haha.
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I know some French people who would throw you off the roof for that, never mind throw you out.
Kicked out a few times for various minor infringements:
With ex GF watching Brandon Block DJ in a club on Hastings Pier in about 2001. She got searched and the bouncer found a small amount of something herbal in her handbag. Kicked out, they called the Police, and we legged it the length of the pier and into my car pronto.
A mate decided to light a funny cigarette practically at the front of the stage whilst we were watching Ned's Atomic Dustbin at the 02 Academy in Brum about 6 years ago. He also shared it around before being 'invited' to visit the security office by a number of bouncers. I went along to make sure he wasn't treated too robustly. Both kicked out but no Police, as the venue didn't want a crime report.
5 or 6 of us visited The Crown in Stony Stratford, all 18/19 year olds at the time. All booted straight out and permanently barred, as one of my mates was shagging the landlords precious daughter. Somewhat harsh for those of us that weren't.
With ex GF watching Brandon Block DJ in a club on Hastings Pier in about 2001. She got searched and the bouncer found a small amount of something herbal in her handbag. Kicked out, they called the Police, and we legged it the length of the pier and into my car pronto.
A mate decided to light a funny cigarette practically at the front of the stage whilst we were watching Ned's Atomic Dustbin at the 02 Academy in Brum about 6 years ago. He also shared it around before being 'invited' to visit the security office by a number of bouncers. I went along to make sure he wasn't treated too robustly. Both kicked out but no Police, as the venue didn't want a crime report.
5 or 6 of us visited The Crown in Stony Stratford, all 18/19 year olds at the time. All booted straight out and permanently barred, as one of my mates was shagging the landlords precious daughter. Somewhat harsh for those of us that weren't.
A few too many beers, me and a mate "play" barging into each other and my pint goes all over the bouncers long coat he was wearing. I then try to dab it off with the bar towel I had just stolen from the bar which was hanging out of my pocket.
I looked up at the 6'6 giant who was, to his credit, calmly shaking his head and then gestured with his eyes towards the door.
I looked up at the 6'6 giant who was, to his credit, calmly shaking his head and then gestured with his eyes towards the door.
Bigdek67 said:
Only once, I was sitting in my local (Donview in Bridge if Don, Aberdeen if anyone knows it) with half a dizen mates when the manageress told me to get out as I was underage. Had to do the walk of shame much to the hilarity of my mates as I was the only one who was actually 18. This was in 1985 before things like ID cards were around. My Dad went round the next day to put them straight and they offered me a free pint next time I came in. Never been back since. I was, along with my colleagues, refused entry into a club in York whilst we were attending a conference. Doorman didn’t want Scottish people coming in. It was the eve of Prince Andrews marriage to Fergie so the city centre was crawling with police. We talked to the nearest PC about it but doorman then said we’d been causing trouble in the queue so cops told us to vacate the area ASAP. Never been back there either ! ??
I’ve eaten there. Isn’t it a Harvester now?crofty1984 said:
Bigdek67 said:
Only once, I was sitting in my local (Donview in Bridge if Don, Aberdeen if anyone knows it) with half a dizen mates when the manageress told me to get out as I was underage. Had to do the walk of shame much to the hilarity of my mates as I was the only one who was actually 18. This was in 1985 before things like ID cards were around. My Dad went round the next day to put them straight and they offered me a free pint next time I came in. Never been back since. I was, along with my colleagues, refused entry into a club in York whilst we were attending a conference. Doorman didn’t want Scottish people coming in. It was the eve of Prince Andrews marriage to Fergie so the city centre was crawling with police. We talked to the nearest PC about it but doorman then said we’d been causing trouble in the queue so cops told us to vacate the area ASAP. Never been back there either ! ??
I’ve eaten there. Isn’t it a Harvester now?DanielSan said:
Nearly 3oclock in the morning, sat with a few people in the bar having a lock in, the fella which owned the place came down and told us to ps off now as he wanted to go to bed 
s off now as he wanted to go to bed 
The only time I have been told to leave licensed premises (other than the usual chucking out time) earlier than i'd really wanted to do so has been when the LL has decided that the lock in is over
silverous said:
fesuvious said:
At least five times from memory (or at least five I remember!).
1 horrible episode in 'Exiles' (as it was) in B'ham. That instance was unjust, unfair and the bouncers considered they had a right to pile in on us in the fire exit at the back of the building.
The 'rules' were different back then.
Exiles sounds very familiar, I'm not sure if it was there but I was a student in Brum in the late 90s and one of my flatmates tried to split up a fight between a few people he knew, the next thing we heard was the bouncer was starting on him outside - proper union jack t-shirt skinhead racist and my flatmate was from Kenya..... a group of us went outside and suddenly all the bouncers kicked off at us, roundhouse kicks to the head etc. Being a chicken I was stood at the back of the queue, I think they would have been prosecuted in the end as I think some of the lads with the extended group had their jaws broken by bouncers etc. Sort of off topic as I wasn't personally kicked out !1 horrible episode in 'Exiles' (as it was) in B'ham. That instance was unjust, unfair and the bouncers considered they had a right to pile in on us in the fire exit at the back of the building.
The 'rules' were different back then.
Chap is ejected from club for valid reason, iirc it was that he tipped his drink over someone who was getting all in his face. As he is being 'helped' out by the 2 bouncers a third decided to chin him for good measure.
About an hour later 20 odd very upset male and female members of one of the two local 'families' turn up to discuss with this with the bouncers.
It did not end well for the bouncers and one of them had to have his head cut out of the railings it had been pushed through before they could take him to hospital.
Stupid thing is that it never need have happened as they knew they were a bit on the wrong side and usually took any ejection in their stride as part of the night and who they were. The unnecessary punch from bouncer number 3 was utter stupidity.
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