| Comment | The bar staff are hopeless posers who look to just be there for the free hoodie. Was at a gig lately with a really well organised orderly queue at the bar. Took AGES to get served. Ages. I can hear the gig starting as I get near the bar to see about half the bar staff standing chatting. One lassie just wandering about like a fart in a trance. She tries to pour some pints, and fucks them up. Pours them down the sink. Starts again, all the while giggling at her pal while 100+ folk still queue. |
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