The Grockle
Formally Croydon Seagull
I worked in a pub in South Croydon that was rough as a bear’s arse. On the Friday a local villain took exception to DJ’s choice in music so unplugged the sound system and started throwing stuff about, needless to say the landlady who now runs a pub in Brighton kicked the bloke out.
On the Saturday the bloke returns with his girlfriend and starts shouting his mouth off, he kept repeating ‘so am I barred, am I barred?’ the doorman obviously knew the bloke was a bit dodgy as they were reluctant to tell him to do one. Suddenly the bloke reaches into his girlfriends handbag and pulls out a f*** off silver gun, which later turns out to be loaded with 12 rounds he puts it to the doorman’s head and repeats the words ‘am I barred?’ I couldn’t smell anything but by the looks of things the doorman shit himself, some complete HERO comes out from nowhere, rugby tackles the bloke to the floor and gets the gun off him, the idiot takes a bit of a beating and is now serving a 10 year prison term.
The rugby tackling hero got one or two drinks brought for him that night.
On the Saturday the bloke returns with his girlfriend and starts shouting his mouth off, he kept repeating ‘so am I barred, am I barred?’ the doorman obviously knew the bloke was a bit dodgy as they were reluctant to tell him to do one. Suddenly the bloke reaches into his girlfriends handbag and pulls out a f*** off silver gun, which later turns out to be loaded with 12 rounds he puts it to the doorman’s head and repeats the words ‘am I barred?’ I couldn’t smell anything but by the looks of things the doorman shit himself, some complete HERO comes out from nowhere, rugby tackles the bloke to the floor and gets the gun off him, the idiot takes a bit of a beating and is now serving a 10 year prison term.
The rugby tackling hero got one or two drinks brought for him that night.