it wasn't the clientele
that was the problem as such, it was the long boring Friday and Saturday nights that were a killer. Listening to the same old garbage week in week out until stupid o clock after umpteen large brandy's.
It was in the country so they didn't believe you when you said it was closing time and I didn't want to be there new best friend to every crony they met
God it was tiresome, eventually after getting a music licence to gee things up a bit for the youngsters we had a ball only to have a couple of complaints to have a visit from the local council. Apparently according to the council, just because we had a music licence does not mean we are allowed to play live music
I didn't think the local folk and blues society was the new heavy metal. Eventually I closed and lost a lot but couldn't take the narrow minded mentality of local parish councils. Wouldn't of minded but they never drank in the pub anyway.
Our last day and night was a night to remember had a 5 piece live band playing during the day and a great blues band at night nothing to lose and all drinks were a quid. Made me laugh when my daughter kept using the till, everything a pound, wasn't really hard to add up.
At 4.00 in the morning the bar had just dubonnet, sherry and blue bols left and all the youngsters who were still standing drank it with lemonade. Oldies had long gone and a friend of mine came in with his guitar and played it until the sun rose.
And I never want to do it again, along with food and letting rooms it was purgatory. People can be so rude