Stopped by a bouncer? Try reciting the creed!

Friday is offbeat story day at AmP. This one is an oldie but a goodie:

My older, cooler brother rang me the other day with a funny story. He and his rock band, “Rocketeer”, had been playing a gig somewhere off Oxford Street. The evening had gone well and when the band’s set finished, they decided to head to a nightclub in Soho. They did the usual rock band thing: ring ahead, pretend they were important, and hope to get the VIP treatment – or at least be allowed to jump the queue. “It usually works a treat”, laughed my brother.

But on arrival, the club had shut its doors. They were too late and a short, angry-looking Irishman blocked their entry. “No”, he said to their (now rather drunken) pleas, “I don’t care who you are. You’re not coming in.”

[See how the band eventually convinced the bouncer to let them in!]

Does anyone have a similar story?

Ph/t: Blog of the Courtier.