I was in the Argyle Arms years ago (opposite the London palladium ) and lurch was doing the pub security in there, he very nearly took a shoeing of a mob of northerners for getting stroppy with one of them, he had to go behind the jump until the old bill turned up, the other one I can’t stand is that supervisor
little cocky bloke always prevalent in front of the dockers lower, smiles at everyone cracking orders at the security staff along the perimeter, seen him zoom away from the den on an E’scooter or whatever their called, chats to that bod who’s always outside the players entrance who looks like something out of Michael Bentines potty time, black woolen hat and sunglasses, with dreadlocks, white bloke