| Comment | I used to go to the Bon Accord every Friday for a few years. During Hurricane Bawbag, I took refuge in the Bon Accord. It was only Paul, myself and a friend, so we did a whisky tasting while responsibly seeing the storm pass so we could go home.
He was proud that he only had to call the police into his pub once in the entire time he ran the Bon Accord. He'd often have troublesome punters, but he'd always have a trick to get them to leave of their own, well, accord. One technique I'd see him use a lot was to ask a person to drink their pint at the bar instead of a table. The punter would soon realise they can't stand straight and go home.
A fabulous guy who recruited an excellent staff too. Sad times. |
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