There is this woman that comes in the pub who always wears a big daft hat. She seems fine until a sip of wine then just looks utterley smashed. Most times she can handle more than a sip, sometimes a few glasses but you never can tell at what point she will just start dropping things and fall into walls.

This is the part of my job I hate cos Im rubbish at it. I am not a diplomat by any stretch of the imagination and I find it quite hard to tell people who seem quite decent that they arent going to be served anymore. If they arre younger than me then I have no problem but when they are older it becomes a problem as no one likes to be told what to do by "some slip of a girl" (as one said to me once.) I dont know about a slip, I like to think I can pass for 25 but at 32 surely I have reached an age worthy of some respect.

Anyway, so I went down and without trying to take the piss (bad habit of mine) told the lady that I couldn't afford the broken glasses which mark her visit and I was putting her on a 2 small glasses of wine only limit. She was fine (too busy trying to keep her head up) but her hairy scruffy boyfriend who seems like her carer got abit of 'tude with me.

What was the point now, I forget. Oh yes...Things like this make my job shit but *sticks 2 fingers up* balls to the lot of them, cos Im frigging off here tomorrow...