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What did you do?
for throwing chips.
i am very gay.
and a little bit of fighting, which I'm not proud of and only happened once, almost 5 years ago
from that boat, The Tattersalls Castle (is that it's name??) one year. I happened to be there up to no good with the directors and MD of the firm. Haven't been back since.
lol at moi.
how'd you manage that? I've been there and they seem to allow eveything
barred on Thursdays for 2 weeks. Gutted.
For dissin' da gaaays.
shoplifting (kind of)
because I looked very tired, I said he had a point and thanked him for his concern. He was like no probs take it easy mate.
My friends and I at uni were banned for life 5 times from the London institution that is Crispy Duck for such crimes as trying to steal cutlery, repeatedly asking for the cream of sumyungguy and having soy sauce downing contests. Yet they didn't blink when we came back every week. Probably didn't remember, all the waiters seemed to be on speed
Stealing a fire escape wheelchair and caning around all the floors.
Think of what could have happenned.
They let me in the next week though anyways
when I was about 19-20 for trying to punch a friend in the face after he poured beer in my hair.
Almost from the Old Blue Last about a year ago for semi-drunkenly claiming to be in possession of 'loads of drugs'. In retrospect, an elementary mistake.
on all points
when I was a wee lad. I believe one of the staff tried to discipline me and picked me up, so I punched him. I was only little, and I only hit him on the chest, but this was enough.
I realise this story reflects badly on me in more ways than one.
I would have thought what with the....
...increasing rental prices in city centres AND the huge rise in online fantasy gaming, I don't understand why they haven't gone under.
Threw up and fell asleep, so I'm told.
the lost shoe!
physically removed from afterskool after a brief skirmish with a chav looking for trouble. Let in the next week.
rubbish it was.
and some skinny little 19 year old poser called my jumper 'ghastly' and then proceeded to slag me and my mate off cos we didn't have and coke to sell him.
he should've known that a 24 year old man wearing a jumper his mum bought him from marks and spencers (he knew this) would not have coke on him. little prick.
and i have only ever been chucked out of places when checking on my mates who have already been chucked out. sorta like 'if you're with that cunt then you ain't getting back in'
I was very very very drunk, passed out and for some reason had a drink all down my front. The bouncers carried me out and left no marks on me, which was nice of them. I may have been involved in some kind of fracas, nobody I was with had any idea, nor did I.
that landlady was mental though. Sadly since she left that pub has started selling less real ale, more fizzy lager and is generally worse. They have a video jukebox.
from Chicago Rock Cafe in Watford (big loss).
When in there I found all these buttons that when pressed made the lights go funny. The bouncer came over and told me that pressing this set the alarm off out the back and to desist immediately.
I carried on (why?) and got thrown out. I didn't help my cause by asking the bouncer "which police force did you get thrown out of?"
for a night out?
hit there, twice
i went there on new years eve
did you hit me?
the amount of people from London who come to Watford for a night out
of my favourite spectator sports to sit in O'Neills with a few pints on a Saturday night and just watch the fights increase with time.
a man headbutt a girl, breaking her nose in the process. The man in question then got savagely beaten by about 15 bouncers.
Fully deserved of course.
(who takes part in Blue Collar Boxing and The Real Fight Club) drunkenly go toe to toe with two of the bouncers. I have never seen one man take so much abuse. He had triangles on his face beneath his eyes where the skin had been pounded off and was franking claret everywhere, but he wouldn't back down, wouldn't step back, wasn't even flinching. Makes me ill thinking about it.
He was in hospital for a month
I was throw out of there when it was called Paradise Lost!
for throwing up in the fountain.
after circulating rumours of a new album.
I like to drive fast and my friends drive, well slow. Four accidents later I got banned and told 'Even the fucking kids knock it off after being told twice'.
I was chuffed.
Many years ago.
It was at an establishment called the lodestar which is in a village called Ribchester. The lodestar is popular with Young Farmers associations and the likes, and i can tell you that it is a sight to behold seeing genuine young farmers stamping their feet and punching their fists to the beat of Cotton Eyed Joe.
Anyway, i digress. Two of my cousins and my brother had all been barred from there for drug offences or for fighting, so when i attended a night of revelry it was almost inevitable that i may be involved in something that the loveable cockney rogue, Danny Dyer may describe as being a "bit naughty". As it turns out, i got caught drunkenly leaning over the bar and trying to nick a pack of crisps. I was manhandled out by a bouncer (although i wasn't struggling) and got told i was barred.
Even at the age of 16 i was relieved........
but I was barred from the same place twice. Once for bad language and once for swinging a lobster pot around.
to this day, both my friend and i cannot be exactly sure why the bouncer ran over to me, picked me up and threw me outside.
i asked for a glass of water towards the end of the night, leant over the counter cos the barman couldn't hear me and BAM, before i know it i'm in the street.
very weird night.
in Reading, for being there with a girl when my psycho ex-girlfriend turned up, then had the bouncer throw me out because i was "upsetting" her.
my brother went one classier - he was barred from Gamestation in Basingstoke after he went in asking about a PS3 for one of my mates, let slip that he himself already had one and they went off on some rant about how they dont deal with ebayers and how he was scum, then hoiked him out of the door. though that might have been because he pointed to the managers pitstains and burst out laughing.
for throwing a bottle at a barman to get some service.
Also turfed out of a pub in Hammersmith for putting songs on the jukebox that the landlord didn't like.
And the Astoria because I was in the 'wrong corridor' or something.
Wasn't allowed in the club for apprently being too drunk. Even my story about not being used to wearing heels didn't work either. Realised this morning didn't even have heels on :(
if you were a gang of 8 or 9 charvers spitting at people outside fenwicks and john lewis security wouldn't have touched you
thrown out arm twisted behind me for having my feet up on a stool
Ive been thrown out of two seperate clubs.
One time was in the Empire in Boro, which is usually full of nobheads, so I thought it would be a good idea to go up to the balcony and repeatedly throw my drinks off it, only one guy noticed and threatend to "spark me out" so he left, and I continued to spray my drinks over the packed dancefloor, only I did it next to a bouncer and he threw me down a massive flight of stairs and then onto the street. *I was incredibly drunk*
And then the other time was in the Cornerhouse in Boro when I apparantly threw up under/on a speaker, got thrown out and then proceded to fall alseep stood up outside.
by the emoz of the town.
One night, we went into Burnley for the blues festival. We never usually go, because it is the worst place to go out in ever.
We got drunk and all boyish, and decided to go and confront them all in their rar-rar club, Hellbound.
We went in, and we were fighting after about 20 minutes. This biosexual bouncer dragged us out and told us to fuck off in the campest voice in the world.
We were like Frodo and Sam going into Mordor. Seriously, absolutely 90% of the losers in that place had been going into detail as to how they were gonna SORT US OUT.
Ever need any hired goons, get on to wrighty and mrhills.
a mate of mine has been barred for life from a club in cambridge. we were in there having drinks, getting pissed, when a barman came over and asked him to leave, and never to come back.
bemused, to be sure. we weren't going to argue with this guy and the heavies he'd brought because, frankly, they were huge and we certainly were not..disregarding the twinge of violent insanity which being a bouncer seems to require and we again lacked.
we asked for the manager outside, and asked him why he'd been kicked out and banned for life.
his answer, no joke, was that my friend had not only urinated but also defecated on the bar in this club.
quite how he would have done that i don't know. amusing nonetheless, not least because the club is a hell of a shithole.
from the local rugby club bar for refusing to play rugby :(
they sell pints for 1 pound 20 :(
Back in the days of first year.
I came to uni as naive 17 year old. Used to go down to the union all the time and get mangled. The bouncers and staff took exception to this, seems they didn't like a 17 year old coming in and getting monged all the time.
So they barred me :(
Until I was 18. In fact one time they sniffed my drink to check if it was alcoholic, luckily it wasn't that time.
I suppose I had it coming to me.
in our defense, we had driven from leicester to swindon and the club had no backstage area.