Last night I didn't get into a pub...

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...because my friend was wearing a shirt and shoes.

Yep, that's right. Not allowed in because he WAS wearing shirt and shoes

lol, fcking hoxton art clubs trying to be trendy

worst thing was, it was some fcking grunge shirt, not even a city boy style thing, and he had jeans and some shoes on. "we are trying to keep city boys out". So it was 3 of us, me wearing a hoodie/jeans/battered trainers, my bro who is unemployed wearing similar, and my mate in the grunge shirt and shoes. Fcking pricks. ive heard about them doing that before, but never believed

Usually I'd get angry at such elitist faggotry in the city, but I decided I couldn't be bothered cos I needed a slash, so I said "Do I look like a fucking cityboy you dumb bastard? I'm about as far from a cityboy as you can get", and went a few doors down to this ridiculously soulless wine bar.

Cracking toilets though, better than the Hilton. No wonder the pub is losing out to the winebar, toilets like these are a masterpiece.