Well once again I have fallen victim to the curse of the Cremorne Hotel AKA 'The C Lounge' AKA 'The hole'.
After a night of drinking (apparently we were at the Buena) I tried to get into the pub after midnight but was informed that I could not come in by some boofy loser of a security guard with an obvious superiority complex who looked like he'd just crawled out of the primordial ooze moments before and thrown on a black outfit. A few points:
1. I wasn't drunk, I was off my face. There's a difference, duh!!
2. I didn't look drunk.
3. The bouncer was clearly some sort of magician or mindreader as he decided I was too intoxicated before even looking at me or speaking to me. Thanks for your input, David Copperfield!!
4. The place was empty and come on, it's not like the hole is exactly spoilt for choice for customers!!
5. Drunken losers such as myself are the core business of the pub so if you start refusing them entry it will GO BROKE!!! Who do you think is going to start spending money there, the queen? Nicole Kidman? Ladies who lunch?? I don't think so.
So I went home and passed out on something instead.
TRUE STORY!!
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