Severe Jam Damage

Myself and Miz D ended up in the Mez last Wednesday night. I had met her after work and given the fact that both of us work in companies and have roles that require formal dress we were both still in our work gear. (ie, skirts and blouses.) At the door I was stopped and the gorilla asked to look in my bag.
‘What is it you’re looking for?’ I asked.
‘Bottles’ says he, ‘Have you got any?’
‘Eh, no’ I replied.
Now this is a first for me. I’ve been stopped before of course, for years I couldn’t get into places without ID, and there has always been the issue of doormen stopping to see just how drunk you are. But I’ve never been asked for a bag search for ‘bottles’. Not unless I was going into gigs and then it was mainly in Canada where they frisked you as well.

So what kind of place searches ladies handbags for ‘bottles’? What kind of place expects people to be sneaking in their own drink?

Is it the kind of place that overcharges for drink? The kind of place that short changes the customers perhaps?
(I ordered a bottle of Heineken and a gin and tonic and was charged 11 quid, but the barman only handed me back change of 6 from a 20.)

The Mezz, not going on my list of cool hangout spots in Dublin.

Picked this up on Saturday, but I’m not going to bore you with a review of it as Jim Carroll did a much better job over on The Ticket.

I almost lived with Jim once, years ago. I was looking for a new place to live and so was he. A mutual friend put us in touch. We had a few discussions about getting a place big enough that would be able to house both of our music collections and libraries but Jim found a place soon after and I met Mrs H and moved into Smithfield.

Anyway go read it, in addition to upping the band, he has a good (or bad) take on the state of the Irish music scene that is worth reading.