Used to call in every night on the way home from work. Me and my mate Barney got a bit shirty (allegedly) when they ran out of tequila and limes, It was our fault for drinking it all in one session.
Anyway, landlady got a bit upset and banned us. We only found out the following night. Conversation with Murph the barman went along the following lines:
Us: Evening Murph
Murph: Evening. You’re banned.
Us: Why? Who by?
Murph: “Landlady” (Can’t remember her name)
Us: Is she in?
Murph: No
Us: Two pints of Guinness please.
Murph: No problem.
Continued to drink there for another six months before moving to the Isle of Dogs where The Watermans Arms became my watering hole of choice followed by a Jalfrezi in the Gaylord. Happy Days indeed.