A bar called Yates in Nottingham is where I learned that I make a terrible bar tender. Yates are Britain's oldest pub chain.
However, I didn't last long: I only had one shift.
The boss advised me to stay at the quiet end of the bar - up at the back - as it was a Saturday night and very lively. I made the big mistake of serving the person to the left each time.
Within 20 minutes, I was in thick…