tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20735448.post6238319526409070755..comments2023-03-25T04:27:41.797-07:00Comments on The doorman's blog: Pulling my armAdoor Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06596184579442687942noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20735448.post-80034070930658100242008-09-30T18:24:00.000-07:002008-09-30T18:24:00.000-07:00Or even the drunken punter you won't let in who in...Or even the drunken punter you won't let in who insists on throwing his arm around you and generally slurring something in your ear about being sober and to let him / her in. Words including c'monmatelerrusinimfineiam, yes it all comes out in one word. Mostly ending in a handshake and asking if they can come in tomorrow, then stagger off down the street bouncing off the walls, cars and lamposts, if they remain on their feet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20735448.post-41290498398588739382008-09-15T13:23:00.000-07:002008-09-15T13:23:00.000-07:00The question is, which is more annoying; the drunk...The question is, which is more annoying; the drunken punter trying to give you a cuddle or the drunken punter insisting that they want your picture? On saturday I had a couple of japanese/chinese punters try and take my photo while I was on the front door dealing with a reject, they didnt acknowledge that I was busy and just wouldn't piss off. My colleague noticed my frown and advised the women to go back inside. (btw, in case you wanted to know; reference to the broken wrist incident, not so good; currently on bail for GBH..)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com