It was late...about 1.15....and we were looking for a final drink before pushing off home. So we went along to the showroom and were mildly surprised to find a geek with a baseball cap offering us drugs actually at the door. Now normally I'm a rather live-and-let-live kind of guy when it comes to mind-altering substances but this joker unloaded a torrent of abuse at me when I declined his generous offer, so i decided to make his life a bit harder and grabbed the showroom security folk (stumpy little guy, stern lady with tie) and told them "theres a lad on the door selling drugs"

15 mins later as i walked to the toilets I saw aforementioned drug-bloke and his mates sitting at a table having a few drinks. Well done showroom staff, that'll learn em! :D

That's deplorable.

Contact the licensee of the Showroom, point out their publicised policy about drugs (they used to have it on the wall near the bar) and suggest that if they can't handle pushers on the premises then perhaps the police and licensing magistrates can help them.

Joe :)