I'll never forget an evening, years ago now. We had been in our first house for about a year and thought we would give the local pub a go. Despite living in Sittingbourne all my life I had never been to this pub, but I'd never heard anything bad about it.
We were having a drink, playing some pool when a drunk chap comes out the toilets and rolls across the pool table mid game. I simply said, "hey mate, no need for that, we're in the middle of a game" and that was it.
He's squaring up, his mates come over (BIG mates, proper BIG mates), my mate stands up and there is lots of "you want it" from the 3 chaps now in front of us. One other says "leave it lads, we've only just got out, don't want to go back just yet" I'm shitting it, coz I am far from a fighter and not built to fight plus these guys look battle hardened.
Anyway, managed to calm it by talking my way out of it and the 4th guy calmed his lot with the prison talk.
The land lord came over but stood well back and not once said anything or did anything. Once it was all ended he went back behind the bar and not even an apology of any sort.
We never ever went back!