25 pubs you have been thrown out of....

[Saluki]

The Black Swan (Mucky Duck) in Norwich. It's called something else now.
I was about 20 and in there with my pal Wendy, my BF at the time and 2 of his friends having a quiet coke. We were laughing at some corny joke or something and the landlord chucked us all out for 'offending the other client in the room'.
We had noticed that it was quiet that night. In that landlord's tenure (6 months) he turned it from a thriving pub to an empty one. He banned the magistrates who all went in on a friday lunchtime (too rowdy), he banned all the Hospital Radio people from across the road (too many of them at once and they were 'chatty and banned all the market stall holders for being 'not the right class'.

 

[Dave 123]

Wine bar?

Far too posh for me!
No, a bit of a G&T pub really....

 

[MontyVeda]

Rose Tavern, Freehold, Lancaster.... for looking like a hippy

 

[Fnaar]

A pub in North London in 1977 for my clothes... I had put metal 'punk' studs down the arms of my otherwise unremarkable leather jacket, and spiked my hair up. And in order to impress the girl I was with I got a bit mouthy when they asked me to take my jacket off

 

[NormanD]

I've only ever been thrown out of one pub and that was the Queens Arms in Mildenhall suffolk, but that was via a window, does that count?

 

[Roadhump]

The Lytton Tree in Blackpool. A few of us went to see Everton play Blackpool in Blackpool's year in the Premiership and we made a weekend of it. After spending most of the day on the pop (with the exception of 90 minutes plus the half time break), we had reached that pub about 10.30 pm and I fell asleep in a chair. The manager woke me and despite my apology, he said I had to leave. I protested my sobriety, but he insisted I leave and whilst continuing to argue my case, in what I thought to be a mild manner, a couple of bouncer types approached and I realised I was not getting a second chance and left.

However, I stood outside the main door for about 5 minutes, in full view of said bouncers, then walked back in and had another couple of pints at the bar. I asked for, and was given receipts for those 2 drinks and intended writing to the manager to remind him of the incident and explaining he and his staff weren't very alert. When I woke up sober in the morning, I decided to get a life and not to bother.

 

[AndyRM]

In my college days the once great Dog and Parrot was run by a brilliant couple called Wendy and Dave. They tolerated all kinds of nonsense from the mix of scruffy students, alternative kids and grizzled punks and skins. Occasionally Wendy would have a bit of a melt-down and chuck someone out.

My usual method of return was to come in the next day and say "Did I..." to which Wendy would respond "Yes, you idiot." and I would follow up with "Sorry Wendy. Bottle of Dog and a double rum?"

Sadly Wendy and Dave no longer manage the place and it's been taken over by a pile of hipster bellends who barred all the old regulars in the first week of their stewardship.

 

[uphillstruggler]

The black horse in great linford. For nicking a very large clay vase and bringing it back the next day.

The black horse in great linford for telling the new landlord that he was a t@#t for chucking my mate out, whom he claimed was drunk - he wasn't - but he only chucked him out after he bought a round and accidentally dropped one of the pints from the round.

 

[Shaun]

Spring Bank Tavern, Hull - about 14 years ago.

I'll preface this by saying I'm usually quite a jovial and carefree drunk who talks the hind leg off a donkey and "loves" everyone; and this is the one and only time I've ever been thrown out of a pub ....

We'd gone there for a darts match and the only lager they had available was Stella Artois. Fair enough, get stuck in, pints all round. The more I drank the more paranoid and aggressive I got, and after a couple of hours, for some unknown reason, I started to take a real dislike to a player on the opposing team. I became convinced he was trying to scupper the game by putting my teammates off when they stood at the oche, so I told him to pack it in or I'd sort him out. He went back to chatting with his mates, and the red mist descended. I eventually bubbled over and started shouting and squaring-up to him. His team stood in my way to protect him and (thankfully) my team got hold of me and held me back (to stop me doing something I'd regret). I exploded in a fit of rage, shouting and screaming obscenities, faught with my own teammates to try and get free and get at the other bloke (goodness knows why, I can't fight my way out of a paper bag so there would have been no contest) - and, in order, told the bar staff, landlady and then landlord to ... well, you can guess the rest.

After being man-handled out of the pub doors, kicking and screaming all the way, I ended up sat on a public bench nearby for the next hour whilst the game finished. My teammates all wandered over asking me what the hell had got into me, and I just couldn't explain it. I'd never done anything like that before (or since) ... so we headed off to the local casino to finish off the night there. I got lucky and won a ton on the cards so the next day I popped thirty quid into an envelope and nipped into the pub on the way home (head down in shame) and profusely apologised and asked that the darts team and bar staff all be bought a drink on me.

The landlord laughed it off, and thanked me for the apology, and the opposing team took great delight in ribbing me the whole entire night when we played our next fixture.

 

[AndyRM]

[QUOTE 3082823, member: 259"]Was that the one in Newcastle?[/QUOTE]

Yep, still there but the glory days are very much dead and buried.

 

[ACS]

Just been chatting to a mate of mine about this thread and he very kindly reminded me that we did get banned from a pub we were not even drinking in.

Shortly after the Falklands war we were on duty in Stanley as members of the 'goon squad', our task being to keep the Queen’s Peace by ensuring that 'the lads' upheld the finest traditions of the Service. About throwing out time we get a shout to go to the Victory Bar were a brawl was in progress.

We arrived and found two very inebriated and unsteady soldiers trying to punch one another without any success whatsoever. The landlady was screaming blue murder about the 2 muppets wrecking the bar, scaring away her customers and the price of cheese (stopped listening). She demanded that we arrest the soldiers immediately and make them pay for the damage, which I flatly refused to do.

So she banned both of us there and then.

 

[Saluki]

[QUOTE 3082426, member: 259"]Pub suicide! [/QUOTE]
So true. He applied for several extensions for events and got turned down each time. I cannot think why.

 

[stephec]

After Roadhump's tale I now recall being booted out of a less than salubrious boozer in Blackpool as part of a works outing.

One bloke pulled some Rizlas from his pocket and started to roll up his own particular brand of exotic cigarettes just as a glass collector stopped at the table. About ten seconds later we were surrounded by bouncers who advised us to leave.

 

[Fnaar]

Clacton; no idea what pub it was. Early 1980s. I was a nurse in a what-was-then-called mental hospital, on a day trip with 15 or so young fellers with-what-are-now-called learning difficulties, and fairly severe ones at that. So, of course, we took them to a pub. And of course there was a pool table. And of course it had hard balls on it. And of course behind the bar was a massive mirror. And of course one ball got thrown... We half got chucked out, half did a runner

 

[WellyWonkey]

Fletchers Arms in Denton M/cr circa 1990. Great year, Madchester and all that going on. England semi final of the World Cup, great summer in Ibiza with the lads. Unfortunately for me they used to have Tennents Extra on draught. I think I used to enjoy it a bit too much in those days. That era was a bit if a blur, I hate to think how much money I spent then back in the day .