During my little trip down to London town I had a great catch up with Kev and Christina, and over a great meal at Savci (I fully recommend the slow cooked lamb shank!) and a few games of pool several stories of my past were told. Memories of the Taliban water fighters, the attack of the giant pigeon, stealing a pic-nic table and then having a romantic candlelit dinner with Kev, Scott and Dave, the immortal poster raiders to name but a few. It's led me down a nostalgic path of things that have occurred in my life that I feel need to be immortalised in this blog, so here is the first of a series (depending on if I can be bothered to keep it going!) Ladies and gentlemen I give you the tale of the cursed sambuca shot.
Now cast your minds back to the early 2000's and I was working at Space Nightclub, a classy establishment in the heart of Luton. It's hard to describe the place but I'll attempt to give it a go. Imagine a beacon for chavs, you stuck to the floors at the start
of the night, so imagine the state of the place. The cliental were mostly locals, student's didn't really go there, to gorge themselves on 50p vodka and red bulls, not knowing the vodka was so 75% water. As a side note the funniest story I can tell about the management is they had a new dancefloor installed, had a foam party and hadn't sealed the floor properly and it proceeded to warp to the point it was deemed unsafe. Right back from that little tangent. So here was me I'd only been working there for about three weeks and found myself on one of the quieter bars trying to keep myself entertained for most of the night.
A couple came in not long after 11pm and proceeded to spend the night alternating between dancing and coming to me for two shots of mandarin sambuca, which for some reason was blue, yep I've never seen a blue mandarin before either. So they would knock back the two shots each and then carry on dancing, getting more lairy and more x-rated as the night progressed. It was getting to the point where I was thinking of cutting them off, they'd been warned by the bouncers about there antics and things were only getting worse. So they came over and asked for one more shot, being the nice guy that I am and thinking it would be easier than having an argument with a customer so early into a new job, I took the money and poured the shots.
Now the boy turned to chat to someone and had his back to the bar, the girl couldn't wait and proceeded to neck the shot, almost immediately I could see something was wrong and she started gurgling, and spluttering, after a few short seconds the shot with extras came back up out her mouth, she placed the glass down on the bar, overflowing with bits landing on my bar. Thinking about what an idiot I had been for letting them have that last shot I reached for my cloth to clean up the mess. Before I could get it to however the man turned around and grabbed that same shot and proceeded to throw it down his throat before I could stop him.
Needless to say at this time I was gagging at what had happened before me and as I made my second mistake and told him what had happened, he proceeded to also start gagging and inevitably he also started to leave the area heading in the direction of the toilets, I never saw the pair again, they faded into the night like a pair of drunken monkeys.
And so ends the tale of the bad sambuca.
Until next time.
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