Once, whilst queuing for my local cheesy, 80’s themed disco, I was taken aside by the head bouncer and asked in a hard to place, east European accent if ‘I thought it was funny’. I don’t recall what had made me laugh at the time, probably some silly, innocuous comment from one of my tipsy pals but I’m pretty sure it didn’t require a grilling ( Read more... )

    Going to the loo in any busy pub or club is never an appealing task. There’s the inevitable queues, the sick and pee covered floors, the overpowering stench and of course the biggest obstacle of all; the toilet attendant. A person so hard on their employment luck, so desperate for a quick quid, they will stand in this squalid environment ( Read more... )

    The worst culprits of this though are parents who drop litter whilst out with their children or parents who don’t do anything when their kids drop litter or and this is the worst of all, the king of all evil litterers, the parent that tells their children to litter.
    Little Chantelle says ‘What shall I do with this mommy?’ and mommy almost ( Read more... )