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the front door. Just as Pete disappears the Asian guy turns up with three of his pals. As he approaches the entrance I tell him that he’s barred and will have to drink somewhere else tonight. Which shouldn’t have been a problem as there must be at least 20 pubs in the area. Mind you he’s probably barred at most of them.
“Why am I fucking barred then”? He says in an aggressive tone.
I explain that it was because of the argument he had with his wife a couple of weeks ago.
“I’m going in to see if my Wife is in there”
You’re not going in and she’s not in there any way, I say to him.
“How do you fucking know that then”?
By now my patients are beginning to wear a little thin. Because she’s barred as well was my reply. With that he started to lose his temper and shaped up as if he wanted to have a go. His friends take hold of him by the arms in an effort to restrain him. A while back I had seen him involved in a brawl and from what I could see as we passed by in the car he gave a pretty good account of himself. Having had enough of his insults and threats by now I say to his companions to release him if he wants to have a go? I knew exactly which technique I was going to use against him. He wasn’t all that tall, probably about five nine. I was standing on the step so the moment he steps into the exclusion zone the first thing he’s going to get is a size eleven-toe punt right under the chin, basically a front kick to the face. Luckily his friends pull him away. At that moment the tea boy arrives.
    New Year’s Eve, this year seems to have flown by, it never really bothered me working at this particular time of year, we always had a good laugh and there was very little serious trouble to deal with. Most people were just pleasantly pissed and happy and the atmosphere was generally good. Everyone was having a good time and the place was decked out with balloons and streamers; the music was so loud that you could actually see the windows vibrating. We get a shout from one of the barmaids that some fella has passed out on the dance area. I go in to find a big fat bloke lying there with his shirt off, he was covered in tattoos lying flat on his back right in the middle of the dance floor. He’s a really big lump and must be weighing in at twenty stone or more so I call for Pete to give me a hand. We manage to drag him part of the way, not an easy thing to do with the place absolutely heaving, he starts to come around and staggers to his feet, he then gets a little aggressive so I give him a good shove towards the door. He stumbles through the door backwards just as Joyce the manager is trying to enter. Joyce is met by his huge arse and is pinned to the wall outside; we come to her rescue and fatty wanders off into the middle of the road where he decides to have a kip. The drivers must have thought a new mini roundabout had been built. Joyce thought it was amusing and at the end of the night she bought us all a few drinks, just as we were leaving bearing in mind that this is about five hours later I notice a pair of feet sticking out from behind the fruit machines. It was the fat bloke; he was bedded down for the night God knows how he got back in. Joyce beats a hasty retreat behind the bar and fatty is thrown out for the second and last time hopefully.
Happy New Year!
A few months on now….
Just an ordinary Friday evening and Pete and I turn up as usual and assume our positions either side of the front doors; the head bar man comes over and asks if he can have a quiet word. I don’t like the looks of this I thought to myself; he goes on to say that he has some sad news… Joyce had died whilst she was on holiday.
She was young fit and healthy and full of life just a week ago, dead? We couldn’t believe it. The place was never quite the same again; it definitely went downhill after that.
The last time I saw her she was happy and singing along to a song with a couple of her friends, so that’s how I will