Apartment Ancos...New digs

I've just met Stephano, the owner of Ancos. A block on flats opposite the old church here in San Antonio, and have now secured my very own digs. After sharing a studio apartment with 2 girls at Del Mar apartments despite the girls being smoking hot, they still managed to wreck the joint, and a brief stint at El Moro as previous mentioned, I've got the keys, paid my deposit and now I get some supplies in and have a rest. This flat turns out to be a blessing, bacon sandwiches after work on the balcony with 'Mr Tall' and a place to call home.

I've been in here for about 2 weeks, putting up the usual club night posters, making the gaff better, cooking curries and of course getting my head around the new role, barman.
We've all met down at David's for some dinner tonight and our doorman turns up.
Jules isn't your average guy, not only is he a kind natured Australian gent, over on the island to work the doors and enjoy the sights but he's fucking massive. Jules doesn't take liberties with his size and is really a good friend. After the introductions, banter flies about from the previous seasons activites we all get stuck into the food, few shots from Rene and then it's time to walk around to the bar for work.
It's still fairly early on in the season but busy as hell. Candy has all the tour companies down for various nights in so the bars is always busy. You come to realise that the flights must be competitive.

We've got the back bar closed tonight, so we're all on the main bar, and Christine's working the front bar for the casual drinkers...With Wilson over on Cocktails. Before the night is through, we've looted her stock and she screaming in her best Scottish accent. This continues throughout the season, but we're there to shift stock so needs must!
Having myself, Ben and James on the main bar for the first time is brilliant, not only are we working as a team (pfft), but we're going to get smashed tonight to mark the occasion. Later on, it becomes evident that whenever us three are together, the night turns crazy.

As I've not worked at Peppers before, I'm not used to the abuse handed out to the guests!

Not only can we, the bar staff be rude, we can be fucking horrible - especially to the ones that ask for it. But let's not get confused here - we're hear to serve drinks with a smile. Nothing more, and a lot less.

Enter, a group of lads. Cue the absinthe. I'd like to point out for those that didn't come in night after night, that we were always polite to those that we just that but the ones that have something to prove, either to themselves or the gang in which they travel with will, and did find the peppers sword to be a dangerous edge. I've just been asked for a LARGE fucking vodka coke, which turns out to mean he wants a large drink. Bad move, and the first of many for this poor sole. Now, you're in the Infamous Sgt Peppers, talking up the bar staff - are you thinking you're the first to do this? And if you are, make your way to the cocktail bar and have a cocktail your fucking tart.

I'd gladly reach for the .ml measuring thing they flood the bars with in ol' blighty but unfortunately they appear to have been misplaced (throughout the season) so I'll have to make do with what I think is a large serving of (not so premium) vodka. Playing the game, I pour the glass full, allowing a sliver of space for coke, "dash you said mate" He's proud as punch, fair play...Walks back to his pals, thumbs up back to the bar, he's a happy punter if ever we saw one at Sgt Peppers.

Serve a few, drink some more...Jaffa's rolling through the usual lines "Got anyone from England in?"

Gone for a piss, the toilets in Peppers remind me of the old changing rooms, long abandaned at our local park back home.

Horrible, but I should take some blame for our lad. Matey "Large fucking coke" is taking a dump but sadly fallen asleep and yes it's our fault, my problem.

I take no responsibility for this though, but being the good bloke I am decide I should deal with this and with some help from one of his friends I manage to pull him to his unsteady feet, whilst making my way to the exit. Thing is, you learn this pretty quickly on a night like this, that a man can't walk with his jeans around his ankles - Oh well, look out girls!
Talking of girls, and there will be a fair portion of this blog dedicated to these, our feline friends there is a few drunken women causing mischief at the door. Fortunately for Jules, James is getting some air.

In the picture, not only do we get a glimpse of the Peppers uniform - 2 vests, sweatband and a hair cut from Martin (C4 Explosive Hair) we also see our first glimpse of one of the reps - Gemma from Escapades. She's one of the 'tamer' reps from Manchester and can be found in the DJ box chatting to Jaffa many a night. Gemma didn't get too involved with us at the main bar but she was always lovely and sadly, I don't have any shit as yet to dish on her. I'm sure something will turn up. It is early in the season, matey is wearing a cardy - must have been cold huh...(bless him).