The Bar Locks, Aldgate

I ordered a coke and I sidled over to the quiz machine and put in a quid. I played off a few quid while the publican busied himself. I vaguely remember that he was taking a phone call.

Not long later I become aware of halitosis wafting over my shoulder and it is the friendly landlord.

"look mate you're obviously intelligent but you have to take the �9 and leave. I'm switching the machine off and you are leaving." he said.

"in fact no, you can't have the �9 - you can fack off now. If you come back i'll break your fackin nose. The pub next door has called and said you was in there too."

At this point I told him that I'd had some lunch in there but this seemed to fan the flames.

"go on, fack off. If you come back I'll knock your fackin teeth out."

I don't reccomend this pub !

22 Mar 2011 20:41