Two drinks, five euros

The 'fuckadodoos' as we liked to call them consisted of two brothers, twins -that came over to the island to escape Manchester's less-than-sunny climate. One was engaged to his girlfriend, and worked hard. Whilst the other was free to roam the darkened sidewalks of the West End...and occasionally go out on the Peppers boat...which coincided with his birthday so he had a bath too, smelly cunt.

These boys grafted. They took shit, and occasionally came back with a volley of abuse which was mainly directed at Ben. Bringing in new customers was tough work for any PR working at Peppers as it wasn't located on the main strip so they had to really work to get them to deviate from the many many bars in the area.

The boys would get plenty in, we can't dispute that - we had to have their order 'spat in our ears' every time and more than often a shot was delivered in return. Absinthe + Tabasco.

Once they visited Sgt Peppers they either came back night after night or never came back again.

Our lad did a strip show for the ladies on his birthday, course the dutch courage helped him along. He was rewarded by his efforts shortly after as he enjoyed the praises outside. Short lived mate, DC put a can of gas to his balls and emptied the canister in true 'peppered'* fashion.

Water doesn't help mate. Saying that, even does a sink full of sick for that matter. He cried and cried....soon though he pulled himself together and was soon back to business packing the bar with women, which was a condition in his contract of employment which got a little slack at times.

Sgt Peppers had quite a reputation back home after SKY TV did a feature.

Self service happened now and then - toilet 'duty', 'changing' the mixers and 'fetching' beer from the stock room upstairs were the only reasons for the boys to leave the bar like this. Some times we ran out of lemons too but that wasn't that often and was always appreciated in the end.

We shifted a lot of stock this season. 

Here's an article from London's Evening Standard By Emine Saner:

"It's midnight at Sgt Peppers, a bar in the notorious West End district of San Antonio in Ibiza, and 300 drunken strangers are all shouting at me to down a pint of lager in one. This is my first night on the island, portrayed by Sky One's Ibiza Uncovered series as a place where every night is an orgy of drinking and sex. I've been picked out of the crowd to compete in the drinking game.
That's probably because I stick out like a sore thumb. I'm not horrendously drunk, not wearing a boob tube and miniskirt with tattoos, and I'm on my own. A lone girl is rare here but the barmen are friendly and soon put me at ease, especially the Blond one they call 'Fandango'. It usually means only one thing - she's not intending to stay single for long. In fact, I turn down so many advances from the other staff I start to think I must be irresistible until I realise the boys then immediately try their luck with other girls. I'm here on a week's package holiday with Escapades, a tour operator of the Club 18-30 type, and this is just one of the excursions I've signed up for - drink all you can for two hours and get to know the people you will be spending the week with."

SKY TV declared "this is the most craziest bar in Ibiza, so hear goes nothing" as the reporter turns from the camera and steps into Sgt Peppers looking slightly concerned (with Darren laughing in the background) and rightly so...

The Gas Chamber comes out, with Wilson on Cocktails...

*peppered adjective - wreck, ruin, spoil, disrupt, undo, upset, put an end to, put a stop to, terminate, frustrate, smashed, crush, destroy, obliterate, slaughter; devastate, demolish, scuttle, sabotage; informal mess up, foul up, put the kibosh on, fry, do for, blow a hole in; archaic bring to naught. What is it with them 'peppers' boys.