Petition to ban pubs and clubs from turning away servicemen/women.

#1
Hi folks,

A serving Booty mate of mine has asked me to put this on here. He's started a petition to prevent boozers from turning away servicemen and women, something that regularly happens where he's based, and something I'd imagine most people on here can identify with. One particular incident that sticks in my mind is being turned away from a club once because 'you're just going to join your mates in there and cause trouble - there's 30 pissed up squaddies in here already' (when we finally got in, we found the thirty pissed squaddies to be two Naval Officer Cadets in rig with their girlfriends...)

I hasten to add that no one is asking for preferential treatment, or anyone to bow down and kiss backsides - we're not arguing for special treatment and we don't think the world owes us a favour, we just want to be on an equal footing. I'm very well aware that we can be hooligans on the piss, but no more so than joe civvie, and we shouldn't be blanket banned on policy.

If any one feels like signing, the link is here: Ban Pubs and Clubs From Discriminating Against Armed Forces - e-petitions

Some local coverage here: Petition to stop discrimination | This is Exeter

Thanks.
 
#2
Just curl out a poo on their front step.

And go to a club that wants your cash. Fcuk 'em. No one told them to be civvies.
 
#4
In nigh on 20 years, I've NEVER been turned away as a squadie...

Points to note.
Don't go around in Plt strength.
Don't go dress like a squadie.
Don't have short hair.
Don't draw attetion to ones self.
Don't stay with the Bn drinking spacker. Lose them if they are likely to cause dramas later on.

Simples.
 
#6
Hi folks, two Naval Officer Cadets in rig with their girlfriends...)
Is it already the time of year when the "Squaddies get thrown out of pubs" shock horror stories start emerging ? its been going on a few years as Kipling demonstrates

TOMMY

by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool -- you bet that Tommy sees!

BTW are the Navy 'considered serving men and women' . i thought they were a bunch of
 
#7
Does anyone really care?
I don't suppose so, no. To be honest, I expected these responses, but I'd hoped that it might generate another signature or two - I'll take that. You all make valid points, but what we're hoping to achieve is a situation where it's fine to get refused for being a drunken abusive twat, but not just for being a squaddie/bootie/matelot/crab.

Actually, I take that back. I wouldn't drink somewhere that tolerated crab air, either.
 
#8
They reserve the right...

You will find large groups of lads/lasses often get turned away from pubs and clubs. And not just for being in the forces.
 
#9
Is it already the time of year when the "Squaddies get thrown out of pubs" shock horror stories start emerging ? its been going on a few years as Kipling demonstrates

TOMMY

by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool -- you bet that Tommy sees!

BTW are the Navy 'considered serving men and women' . i thought they were a bunch of
It looks like it. Actually, where I live, it goes back to the days of the football firms, when the local firm tasked new joiners with making a name for themselves by giving a Marine a good kicking. The watering holes at the time took the decision to ban Marines, as a simple solution. These days, it's less of an issue, but the old policy has stayed relatively in place. My mate didn't really see the point in sending a petition based just on where we live however, because it's not just a local problem.
 
#10
They reserve the right...

You will find large groups of lads/lasses often get turned away from pubs and clubs. And not just for being in the forces.
To refuse service to anyone, for any reason. I know - I work in the trade. However, I'd rather that decision was made based on the behaviour of an individual, rather than a blanket policy.
 
#11
Just invite bus loads of nurses on to camp and entertain them with a dance in the camp bar.
 
#12
Just invite bus loads of nurses on to camp and entertain them with a dance in the camp bar.
There are generations who served in BAOR/BFG still waiting for that busload...
 
#13
I hasten to add that no one is asking for preferential treatment
Really?

He's started a petition to prevent boozers from turning away servicemen and women, something that regularly happens where he's based
Seems like he’s asking for boozers to waive their ‘right to refuse entry’ in the case of squaddies even though it applies to everyone currently. If that’s not special treatment, what is?

Getting turned away because groups of pissed-up young males are likely to cause a ruck or at least disturb the other customers is something that happens to lots of groups of pissed-up young males. Rugby clubs, students, football fans, they’ve all had it happen to them too.

It might be an idea for your mate to reflect on why that regularly happens where he’s based. Perhaps because there’s a large number of young males nearby who regularly get pissed-up and cause trouble in the local boozers?
 
#14
If you live in a town where squaddies are renouned for causing trouble is it any wonder that we get tarred with the same brush and blanket banned? They are private establishments and can let in who they want.
 
#15
It looks like it. Actually, where I live, it goes back to the days of the football firms, when the local firm tasked new joiners with making a name for themselves by giving a Marine a good kicking. The watering holes at the time took the decision to ban Marines, as a simple solution. These days, it's less of an issue, but the old policy has stayed relatively in place. My mate didn't really see the point in sending a petition based just on where we live however, because it's not just a local problem.
I remember when Portsmouth's hooligan football outfit was called the "Portsmouth 657" - that was the time the train left Portsmouth for London

However British Rail as it was then changed the trains scheduled stops so everyone changed at Clapham Junction

The "Portsmouth 657, changing at Clapham Junction for all stops to London" didn't quite have the same ring to it
 
#16
Where we live is not a million miles from Pirbright/Aldershot etc. and we get Squaddies in town on a Saturday. They reek of Lynx body spray and hair gel, grin a lot and spend money like it's etc. If they are causing a nuisance it's easy - even in civvies - to give a "Oi! What lot are you with? If I see you on my Parade.." etc. It works wonders and TSO loves it. My only gripe is that they all walk line-abreast knocking Nepalese old biddies in towels over, making the Evil Knievels on their OAP scooters give way and our Asian yoof friends to scatter. I do like it at night when they've had a few beers and the SIA gorrillas won't look them in the eye, but will still bar 'em. To sum up, they're just young lads out for a bit of fun.

At least the Septics treat the Forces with some respect... but really crack down on the slightest abberation. My mate was a medic in the National Guard during the first Gulf bash. He was allowed to use the parking bay at the Mall reserved for Veterans... he never even left the Albequerque area.
 
#17
Landlords can refuse entry to anyone they don't want in, they cover there arrse with the legal shite (I did), I can only point out the objectives of the Licensing act 2003 which should invite some good comments;

The Act sets out four licensing objectives which must be taken into account when a local authority carries out its functions. They are:

the prevention of crime and disorder,
public safety,
prevention of public nuisance, and
the protection of children from harm

Sounds like it ruins a good Saturday to me ;-)
 
#18
Is it already the time of year when the "Squaddies get thrown out of pubs" shock horror stories start emerging ?

Cheer up,it'll soon be the time of the year for this.


TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
 

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LE
Gallery Guru
#19
Is it already the time of year when the "Squaddies get thrown out of pubs" shock horror stories start emerging ?

Cheer up,it'll soon be the time of the year for this.


TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
Ok you win
 
#20
Is it already the time of year when the "Squaddies get thrown out of pubs" shock horror stories start emerging ?

Cheer up,it'll soon be the time of the year for this.


TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

How could you do this to me ..........
 

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