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The Emley Moor mast suffered a severe bout of Brewer's Droop.


Give that man a coconut!

Bill

I am still banned from another pub for cutting the aerial lead in the middle
of
an England match (a slightly sad story; details on request).

Do tell

LL

Five years ago my mother died. Although she was in her mid eighties her death
was unexpected. She was much loved. Rather shellshocked, my sister and I
organised a meeting for various family members. There were quite a few things
that needed discussing urgently, not least the funeral. The venue was a pub,
conveniently central for everyone. The place was busy and the lounge was full,
so we had to sit around a table in the bar, under the TV set. Several family
members didn't arrive until about 9.30 due to work, etc, so we were still in
discussion at 10.30 when a large man pushed between us and turned to TV on, and
turned the volume to full. After a short pause I reached up and reduced the
volume to a reasonable level. After a moment the publican came up and bawled
"Oi you, this is my (deleted) pub and I'll decide how loud the telly is!". He
then turned the volume to full using the remote. At that point my sister
started crying (again). I froze for a few seconds and then went towards the
gents. but I slipped past the door, out through the pub's back door, and walked
back to the front of the building via the car park. In the darkness I was able
to feel amongst the ivy and locate the aerial downlead where it entered the
building. I cut the cable and walked in through the front door. I sat down and
picked up my pint. All hell broke loose. A lot of blokes started shouting at
me, threatening all sorts of things and waving fists in my face. The publican
was like a headless chicken, screaming, "Hold him, don't let him escape, I'll
get the police!" By this time pretty well all the women in our party were
crying. I just sat there, wondering if I'd escape alive. All our party headed
for the door. After they'd gone I just made a run for it, but two blokes
grabbed me in the carpark. The publican came out so I told him that the whole
thing was a disgrace, and glibly said that I was on the selection committee for
the CAMRA pub guide (which I was not). I told him that if anything happened to
me the whole thing would be all over 'What's Brewing' and furthermore his pub
would never be in the guide again. At that his attitude changed and he said it
was all a mistake. The ruffians were told to put me down. For some reason I
felt really sorry that the incident had taken place, so I joined the two ends
of coax (by feel!) and the telly came back on. A few days later I was told by
phone that I was 'banned for life', (another customer had recognised me). The
ban was not unwelcome.
I've noticed that whenever one of these confrontations takes place in my life,
it's almost always at a time of stress. I think that when a person is
suffering a bereavement, has had news of serious illness, or something like
that, that's the time when it's hard to just turn the other cheek. I sometimes
wonder how many flare ups (including the shootings and murders that are always
in the papers) are the result of an apparently unconnected source of stress or
anxiety for someone involved.

Bill

I am still banned from another pub for cutting the aerial lead in the middle
of
an England match (a slightly sad story; details on request).

Do tell

LL

Five years ago my mother died. Although she was in her mid eighties her death
was unexpected. She was much loved. Rather shellshocked, my sister and I
organised a meeting for various family members. There were quite a few things
that needed discussing urgently, not least the funeral. The venue was a pub,
conveniently central for everyone. The place was busy and the lounge was full,
so we had to sit around a table in the bar, under the TV set. Several family
members didn't arrive until about 9.30 due to work, etc, so we were still in
discussion at 10.30 when a large man pushed between us and turned to TV on, and
turned the volume to full. After a short pause I reached up and reduced the
volume to a reasonable level. After a moment the publican came up and bawled
"Oi you, this is my (deleted) pub and I'll decide how loud the telly is!". He
then turned the volume to full using the remote. At that point my sister
started crying (again). I froze for a few seconds and then went towards the
gents. but I slipped past the door, out through the pub's back door, and walked
back to the front of the building via the car park. In the darkness I was able
to feel amongst the ivy and locate the aerial downlead where it entered the
building. I cut the cable and walked in through the front door. I sat down and
picked up my pint. All hell broke loose. A lot of blokes started shouting at
me, threatening all sorts of things and waving fists in my face. The publican
was like a headless chicken, screaming, "Hold him, don't let him escape, I'll
get the police!" By this time pretty well all the women in our party were
crying. I just sat there, wondering if I'd escape alive. All our party headed
for the door. After they'd gone I just made a run for it, but two blokes
grabbed me in the carpark. The publican came out so I told him that the whole
thing was a disgrace, and glibly said that I was on the selection committee for
the CAMRA pub guide (which I was not). I told him that if anything happened to
me the whole thing would be all over 'What's Brewing' and furthermore his pub
would never be in the guide again. At that his attitude changed and he said it
was all a mistake. The ruffians were told to put me down. For some reason I
felt really sorry that the incident had taken place, so I joined the two ends
of coax (by feel!) and the telly came back on. A few days later I was told by
phone that I was 'banned for life', (another customer had recognised me). The
ban was not unwelcome.
I've noticed that whenever one of these confrontations takes place in my life,
it's almost always at a time of stress. I think that when a person is
suffering a bereavement, has had news of serious illness, or something like
that, that's the time when it's hard to just turn the other cheek. I sometimes
wonder how many flare ups (including the shootings and murders that are always
in the papers) are the result of an apparently unconnected source of stress or
anxiety for someone involved.

Bill

Bill wrote:
I am still banned from another pub for cutting the aerial lead in the
middle of an England match (a slightly sad story; details on request).

I yanked the leads out of the back of a speaker in a pub
once. This was after the 'musak' CD had been stuck for
about two minutes, (seemed like two days). Everyone in the
pub cheered (except the bar staff).

Bill wrote:
I am still banned from another pub for cutting the aerial lead in the
middle of an England match (a slightly sad story; details on request).

I yanked the leads out of the back of a speaker in a pub
once. This was after the 'musak' CD had been stuck for
about two minutes, (seemed like two days). Everyone in the
pub cheered (except the bar staff).

On 21 Nov 2003 19:36:22 GMT, Bill wrote:

The Emley Moor mast suffered a severe bout of Brewer's Droop.

Give that man a coconut!

But you told us that a couple of months ago!

On 21 Nov 2003 19:36:22 GMT, Bill wrote:

The Emley Moor mast suffered a severe bout of Brewer's Droop.

Give that man a coconut!

But you told us that a couple of months ago!