I see from the blog of a UK policeman that it's not only me who has concerns over the drunken use of consent. When you've spent your last few quid on the essential kebab and not the taxi-for-one you can make very poor decisions.
I see this every night I work and I can't really lay the blame, as others would suggest, at the door of the predatory/more sober/rich enough for a taxi home folk. The british way of pulling seems to be to drink until you make bad decisions and then regret them or enjoy them as the drunken haze fades to a throbbing ache and sobriety rears its ugly head.
Occasional postings from a toe-to-toe customer services physical interface operative.
The ramblings and collected tales from a jobbing licensed doorman. Tales of drunken woe, machismo, loose women, loose fists and 99% boredom. Hopefully updated as thoughts worthy of an audience hit my mind.
'Over a decade at it and not winning any beauty contests'
1 comment:
sad isnt it. Why do people do such stupid things?
Intresting blog, keep it up!
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