Although not normally a pleasant experience, being booted out of somewhere and consequently barred is usually an interesting experience, not least when the banning calls into question the legality of the action.
Sometimes it's just bloody good fun.
I'm sure we've all been booted out of places before, and am equally sure that there must be some daft places or reasons for it.
As an intro, i would like to offer three cases from my own catalogue of disasters in the hope that a few more folks have had similar, or different, that you would like to share.
1) Banned from Manchester airport.
Excited as buggery, i set off with my grandma and an uncle for Manchester airport to catch a plane over to Germany to meet up with mum dad and family.
Uncle Tony, being a keen photographer, drives us up to the airport to arrive about 4 hours before my departure so he can take some photos of stuff.
Uncle Tony snaps away at aircraft, and grandma decides to check my tickets for information (i was flying alone).
What fucking tickets?
Panic ensues and the three of us try to get from the 'viewing area' back to the main concourse through a one way turnstile which was meant to go the other way, and uncle Tony manages to wedge the whole fucking system with a telescopic lens, and my granny, a dimminutive old lady, was stuck betwixt turnstile, uncle, and Stoke. I was behind the both of them in the viewing area.
Eventually a mechanic came and freed the sorry looking pair, and the newly united unholy trio set off to get into the car, get back to Stoke, retrieve my tickets, and get back up to Manchester. This we did.
Upon arrival back at Manchester airport, sweating from the sheer drama of the event, but at least now in possesion of my tickets, we were all a little perplexed to find Police men stopping folks from approaching the departure lounge.
Apparently there was a bomb scare.
Despite numerous warning signs about unattended luggage, somebody had left an unattended luggage at the bottom of a turnstile.
The bomb squad ascertained that it was a camera.
British Bobbies being British Bobbies politely informed us that "Heathrow isn't that far away, and here is a whip 'round of thirty quid to make sure you don't come back".