12th & 13th January, the William Camden.
Friday was busy, but no trouble. Saturday was quiet, but..
As I arrived my fellow doorman 'M' was escorting out a guy who was barred from the pub but had sneaked in. We then had to listen to the guy go on about how unfair the ban was and that it was his local..
Eventually he goes away and we settle in for another night of ennui. However, 10 minutes later and the manager comes out to tell us that 3 blokes were about to be refused any more drinks as they were getting noisy and out of hand. I go in to see who he's talking about just as they start getting boistrous again so I don't wait for them to be refused service and I ask them to leave.
No problem with that. They admitted they were getting too loud and drank the last of their drinks and left quietly.
Half an hour later and one of them comes back (I'll call him 'G') and asks if he can just come in to collect his jacket. We tell him no he can't, but if he tells us where it was and what it looks like one of us would go and get it for him. For some reason this doesn't sink in with G and he tries to push past me. I step across his path and gently nudge him back out of the door. He then starts saying that his friends are in the pub and could we get them. To cut a long story short we, that is myself, M, a barman and the manager then spend the next 20 minutes doing a merry dance going back and forth into the bar looking for a coat (that wasn't there) and his friends (that left with him earlier).
Now, when he'd left the first time he was pi$$ed, but not right out there. This time he was different. Things just weren't registering. Anyway, he has now become sufficient enough of a pain for the manager to call the old bill. In the meantime we have locked the door so he can't keep walking back in. So what does he do next? He shows us his backside at which we all fall about laughing. We watch him as he meanders around the car park out front, up the road and back down again. Then he disappears. So we think he's given up and gone home when we get a shout from the manager that he has climbed in through one of the windows and is in the bar. M and I do a pincer movement on him and he dashes between us toward the front door. We follow him out into the lobby and instead of going out the door he dives into the other bar. We follow him in and it flashed through my head to just neck him and drag him out. However, seeing as he had been a pain, but not really hurt anyone I thought that might be a bit extreme so I grab an arm and swung him round for M to grab his other arm and we frogmarch him out of the pub. Once again he lurks about outside the door and then I see the reason that he's off his head. As he goes to pull a cigarette out of it's packet, he also pulls out a wrap. No idea what was in it, probably coke or maybe speed. Who knows, who cares? It certainly explained his behaviour.
A couple of minutes later and the police turn up. A PC and a WPC. They approach the guy, talk to him for a bit then search him. When they find the wrap they arrest him and just as the PC was going to put the cuffs on G bolted. Or at least tried to. It was great to watch, the PC tackled him and down he went, like a lion bringing down a wildebeast. They seemed to be struggling though and I could see they could not get the cuffs on him so I asked if they would like some help. "Oh yes please" the WPC said. "I can't get his arm out from under him and he's got something in his hand."
I knelt down and slid my hand down his arm and under his body, grabbed his wrist and yanked his arm out and bent it up his back into the cuffs. They then stood him up and put him in the van and after that, all was quiet for the rest of the night.
Exciting huh?
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