Barred
I've only ever been barred from one pub, the "Fort St George in England" on Midsummer Common in Cambridge.*
I was part of a group caught drunkenly trying to add our names in biro to a historic signed cricket bat. I still have the pint glass I was holding as I was chucked out.
Where have you been banned from?
*All pubs in Cambridge have posh names like this. 25% fact
( , Thu 31 Aug 2006, 12:00)
I've only ever been barred from one pub, the "Fort St George in England" on Midsummer Common in Cambridge.*
I was part of a group caught drunkenly trying to add our names in biro to a historic signed cricket bat. I still have the pint glass I was holding as I was chucked out.
Where have you been banned from?
*All pubs in Cambridge have posh names like this. 25% fact
( , Thu 31 Aug 2006, 12:00)
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Got thrown out of stress reduction class
Group of minor nutters referred by GPs. Class involves much sitting quietly listening to your breathing, relaxing shoulders etc.
Then as an exercise we're each given a single raisin, to place in mouth, and told to concentrate on the taste and texture.
Mind starts whirring ... It was once a grape, it grew in on a sunny warm hill side. It had many friends on the vine. It could have become wine, instead it has become a shrunken withered parody of its former lush ripeness. Its final moments will be on a cold and rainy March evening as a prop in a stress reduction class.
End up having major freak out. Teacher and myself agreed that this stress reduction technique probably wasnt suitable for me, and that I shouldnt come again. Had to give back course materials too.
Now I cope as ever with copious amounts of coffee or liberal dashings of alcohol depending on mood and time of day.
( , Fri 1 Sep 2006, 17:38, Reply)
Group of minor nutters referred by GPs. Class involves much sitting quietly listening to your breathing, relaxing shoulders etc.
Then as an exercise we're each given a single raisin, to place in mouth, and told to concentrate on the taste and texture.
Mind starts whirring ... It was once a grape, it grew in on a sunny warm hill side. It had many friends on the vine. It could have become wine, instead it has become a shrunken withered parody of its former lush ripeness. Its final moments will be on a cold and rainy March evening as a prop in a stress reduction class.
End up having major freak out. Teacher and myself agreed that this stress reduction technique probably wasnt suitable for me, and that I shouldnt come again. Had to give back course materials too.
Now I cope as ever with copious amounts of coffee or liberal dashings of alcohol depending on mood and time of day.
( , Fri 1 Sep 2006, 17:38, Reply)
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