i think the average wire reader would clear out a pub in 15 minutes flat...
speaking as one, i think most wire writers could make a pretty convincing and speedy fist of this, too.
i think the average wire reader would clear out a pub in 15 minutes flat...
Without ever even walking over to the jukebox.speaking as one, i think most wire writers could make a pretty convincing and speedy fist of this, too.
For ripping off the jukebox with 5ps perhaps?"There used to be this really shitty (but in a nice way) pub in Twickenham where the jukebox was so antiquated it would accept a new five-pence peice as though it were a pound, so you got 7 plays for 5p. It was a good (ish) selection too - Pistols, Stones, Doors etc etc. It was called the Albany. Of course it's now a gastropub. I'm barred anyway."
For ripping off the jukebox with 5ps perhaps?
As a child I remember my brother getting a 10 Franc piece instead of a pound coin in his change once when the (f)unfair came to town. When he realised what had happened, instead of cursing his luck the little bast remembered that our parents had just been to France and saw it as an opportunity; he went home and got a load of unused 10 F pieces and happily spent them at the fair all evening. He planned to try it again the next day but all the fair-folk were carefully scanning every single transaction for French money.
The Crobar was the first pub I thought of. The best bit is once you've whacked something on (we always used to go for Kyuss and think we were right bloody cool because of it) there's always at least one leather-clad bald bloke glaring around trying to clock the newbie who's broken the stream of Sabbath, Slayer and Metallica.Oh yeah - the Crobar near Foyles has a wicked one. Van Halen, Danzig, Kyuss and other metallic treats.
kids in the early 20th century would take a small coin (for the sake of argument say it was a 5p) and place it on a train track to squash it to 10p size.