The Loft, Clapham

Still fuming about the way we were treated there last night - chucked out for acting a bit silly.

Were we creating a fuss? No. Were we shouting? No. Starting a fight maybe? No.
We were five girls who hadn't seen each other for over a year, sat on the sofas around the corner from the main bar, laughing and catching up.

Someone said something and for a second, we all put our legs in the air. I can't even remember why now. When the little bouncer man came over to tell us off, I thought he was a bloke who'd seen us having fun and thought he'd try his luck.

I could not BELIEVE the way that guy spoke to us - telling us off like little children, in such an aggressive tone of voice. It's not like we were exposing ourselves, we were all wearing jeans for god's sake - you see drunken women do far worse than us!!

So shocked at the way were being treated, one of the girls took the mickey. And the next thing we knew she was being frogmarched out onto the street and not even allowed to come back for her handbag.

The staff would not see reason. What a jumped up, pretentious place. I'll never give them another minute of my custom and I urge everyone to steer clear.

25 Jul 2009 10:42