Monthly Archives: December 2010

Dealing with a Heart Attack, valuable information and worth reading.

 

Valuable Piece of information 

Having had two suspected heart attacks with customers in my pubs, this advice may just save someone.
Let’s say it’s 6.15pm and you’re going home (alone of course), after an unusually hard day on the job.

You’re really tired, upset and frustrated.

Suddenly you start experiencing severe pain in your chest that starts to drag out into your arm and up into your jaw. You are only about five miles from the hospital nearest your home. Unfortunately you don’t know if you’ll be able to make it that far. You have been trained in CPR, but the guy that taught the course did not tell you how to perform it on yourself.

HOW TO SURVIVE A HEART ATTACK WHEN ALONE

Since many people are alone when they suffer a heart attack, without help, the person whose heart is beating improperly and who begins to feel faint, has only about 10 seconds left before losing consciousness.

However, these victims can help themselves by coughing repeatedly and very vigorously. A deep breath should be taken before each cough, and the cough must be deep and prolonged, as when producing sputum from deep inside the chest.

A breath and a cough must be repeated about every two seconds without let-up until help arrives, or until the heart is felt to be beating normally again.

Deep breaths get oxygen into the lungs and coughing movements squeeze the heart and keep the blood circulating. The squeezing pressure on the heart also helps it regain normal rhythm. In this way, heart attack victims can get to a hospital. Tell as many other people as possible about this. It could save their lives!!

A cardiologist says If everyone who gets this mail sends it to 10 people, you can bet that we’ll save at least one life.

Rather than sending jokes please.. contribute by forwarding this mail which can save a person’s life….If this message comes around you ………..more than once…..please don’t get irritated……YOU need to be happy that you are being reminded of how to tackle….Heart attacks….AGAIN…

Penni Giles
Continuing Care Administrator
NHS Cornwall & Isles of Scilly
 
Daromaba House 
Liskeard PL14 3XA 
Tel: 01579 335292 
Fax: 01579 346989

Barrel-Dregs, Frightened BRM’s (160)

FRIGHTENED BRMs

It never ceases to amaze Pot Boy how genuinely scared and cowed some BRMs are of their negotiating tactics being viewed by people other than their tenants. That is people that they cannot directly bully or coerce. It’s a sad fact that the less intelligent BRMs rely heavily on this “I’m bigger and more powerful than you” playground tactics. How did this pitiful point of view come in to PBs view? Two situations, one Punch the other Enterprise, came to light this week. One in the Midlands and one in the North. Both identical in that the Tenant had asked an advisor to sit in on the discussion, both to take notes and to chip in the conversation with a few factual queries. What could be more conducive to an open and frank discussion PB may well ask ? For that matter don’t the Pubco’s Codes of Practice bang on about always getting professional advice. Thought so !

In both cases the BRMs concerned equally threw their toys out of the pram and insisted that the discussion would not take place with any third party involved.  NO NOT EVER, NOT NEVER !! Must be one to one no less!

The first was a straight forward rent review and the Chartered Surveyor was banished up to the Tenants private lounge on the first floor for 45 minutes to stop the BRM storming out. From the notes taken by the tenant, the BRM was totally out of his depth, was angry and abusive that the Tenant “had dared to pull such a stunt” and was really only a messenger boy acting on orders given. The case is not resolved.

The second was a COP review, instigated initially by the BRM would you believe. Moment there was the sign of “an outsider” the meeting was abruptly cancelled. Reason now given for an indefinite delay is that Enterprise want more and better information. So to PBs licensee based thinking, if you delay and further delay, guess what, the Tenant goes under in any event and, whaddyakno, problem solved. No more complaints, flog the pub and the shareholders/bondholders are happy bunnies. The previous Tenant…just another number, just another statistical member of the Churn Club.

So what is it with these craven and seemingly dodgy BRMs. Surely the better ones would welcome other interested people connected with the Tenant being present at the meeting concerned. As their Business Partner it would help the Pubco put over the justness of their cause and smooth out any disagreements now wouldn’t it. Well not if they were peddling both a stitch up in terms of rent and dead dodgy methods to achieve that objective. There is no need to use bully tactics or rotten negotiating methods if the BRM is correct and factually honest in the negotiating process.

Then again if your job as a BRM utterly depended on getting a result, you would bend any rules that stood in your way to get what your superiors want. After all just how employable is a sacked BRM in the current economic climate. Could even be an Ex Pubco BRM Employees Club…motto “we were shafted as we shafted others” and the badge might be …”a Pubco Board of Directors rampant, sitting on a coven of BRMs impaled on porky pies passive”.

Now there’s a thought as I scurry off to change yet another barrel of Timmy Taylor. On offer this the Christmas week at £2.20 a pint in PBs free house. Still clear min 54% GP, but the support its got is well worth it. After all, it’s a way to thank the loyal punters for their support. Couldn’t have come near that price in my tied gaff at a quid more expensive! But that’s another story.

Pot Boy.

For those that haven’t seen our Seasonal Christmas Tale (Barrel-Dregs (156)?????

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Poppleston Allen, Comments submitted in respect of Licensing Reform

Good Pub Companies, Arkells Brewery, Swindon, Open Day.

 At long last, something that we have been trying to achieve has happened.  We have been desperately trying to send would be and existing licensees to decent Pub owning companies where they have a serious opportunity to make a long term career in the industry. Barrel-Dregs articles are the companies that we cannot name and would not recommend, we need more recommended decent companies to send people to.

Arkells Brewery, Swindon, Wilts.

Arkell’s Brewery is organising an open day for new landlords at The Tawny Owl, Taw Hill, Swindon on Tuesday 25 January 2011 from 1pm – 8.30pm.

Arkell’s is, like any other family brewery, looking for new landlords – a pub’s most valuable asset. Running an Arkell’s pub is one of the best ways to be self-employed, with full responsibility for the business, with the experience and support of a 160-year old brewery when needed. Landlords purchase the tenancy, fixtures, fittings and stock from Arkell’s. Licensees sign up for a fixed term – often three to five years and pay a monthly rent reviewed on a three-yearly basis. The brewery also occasionally takes on salaried managers.

Arkell’s is well known and respected across the industry for the support it gives its licensees.

Please spread the word – and contact Arkells on 01793 823026 if you would like more information.

www.arkells.com

Barrel-Dregs, Enterprise Inns Dilapidations, (159)

ENTERPRISE INNS DILAPIDATIONS.

Following on from Barrel Dregs 152, Pot Boy South East has learned of yet another layer of Tricky Dickyness, or should that be Tricky Teddyness, that is infusing the professionally qualified (?) members of Enterprise Inns Building Surveying Dept. Readers may well remember from BD 152 that Ken Lebow was bounced with a well OTT Dilapidations schedule AFTER he had surrendered his lease. Not only did the schedule contain a requirement for an Energy Performance Certificate at a cost of £1000 (illegal) but there was another twist.

It now transpires that the first and second floors of the Old Oak, Romford have been gutted and aside from internal walls being rearranged, new bedsits have been created. Now nothing wrong with that you may say, except for one thing. Enterprise had to have planned the work well in advance of Ken Lebows’ departure. Penny dropping me Old Chinas’ ??

The Enterprise Inns BRM required that Ken should redecorate the upper floors prior to his leaving and even allowed him to lay new carpeting KNOWING that the whole lot would be gutted and have a total make over. Also, PB is reliably informed by mi’ learned friends, that under both the Law Society’s protocol and that of the RICS it is not permitted to require specific Dilapidations if the Surveyor has PRIOR KNOWLEGE that the work would be overtaken by the Companies pre planned total makeover.  So charging for work in a Dilaps schedule that is to be immediately obliterated appears to be a classic case of overloading the Dilaps schedule knowing that the whole affair is destined for the Courts. Massive claim, massive frightener to the now departed tenant.

Clumsy, ever, ever so clumsy, and they would have got away with it if PB South East hadn’t been tipped off to the whole fan dango by a chance remark from City Pot Boy whilst “Up West” doing some last minute personal shopping.

Begs the question tho’….just possibly how systemic is this whole nasty mess as PB can’t Adam and Eve it that the case of the Old Oak is either a one off or a mere slip up by the Enterprise surveyor. Shudder to think of the mountain of other examples of the same trickery that have passed well under the radar ‘cos the Tenants and the Courts put their trust in the “honesty” of a professional in the employ of a Plc.

Unless of course the surveyor was under starters orders to do so in the first place. Now perish the thought. Now PB can’t possibly imagine why a living soul would ever think that such a big Plc and Corporate Member of the Laughing Policeman (yes it’s boldly shown on all their headed notepaper) would be capable of being so dishonest!! Wash your mouth out with the old Coal Tar !!

Back to the warmth and honesty of Hackney Marshes.

Pot Boy South East.

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Barrel-Dregs, how to shoot yourself in the foot with a Rent Review (158)

CODE OF PRACTICE REVIEWS.

Pot Boy has been looking over the shoulders of a couple of e-mail correpondents who are trying in vain to convince Enterprise Inns that their rents are way too high. Well,the rents are too high, but its the way even the best intentions can self destruct that PB finds alarming. Both cases were very similar. Don’t forget that if there is no rent review for maybe three years and the curent rent, as often as not being index linked, is crippling it is in the gift of Enterprise as to whether or not to grant a rent reduction by COP review.

Lets be cynical and assume that the very last thing that EI want to do is reduce their rent income. They set the rules and they decide whether a reduction is possible. Usual requests of the tenant to supply the last three years accounts,six months stock reports and reasons to back up the request in the first place. Like it or not if you are asking for a favour its best to get your facts not only correct,but consistant. Heres the sticky bit. If you supply conflicting information it comes as no surprise to find EI wriggling at every turn not to do you the big favour you desperately need not to become yet another churn statistic.

The two cases had the same error. The last years accounts showed lowly gross profits, one at 43% and the other at 46%.Both pubs are many miles apart in South West and South East London commuter suburbs, so lets say that even being supply tied to EI, the GPs in the accounts are a little hard to follow. Then came the crunch.Both had submitted stocktaking reports that confirmed GPs of 54% and 57%. Its sort of like trying to shoot yourself in the foot by pointing the gun down your throat. Not clever and no surprise that both cases got the Heave Ho from EI. The sad irony is that both pubs did deserve reductions from massive rentals and with lack of appreciation of their own financial data,nothing will be forthcoming.

So what do we learn from all that. If you are asking for much needed favours,get you ducks lined up in a row first and make out the best case possible. If you don’t, then even PBs sympathy may be a little hard to find.

Down the hatch !

Pot Boy(South East)

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Barrel-Dregs, a study in making money go round. (157)

Modern Day Economics? 

It is a slow day in a damp little Irish town. The rain is beating down and the streets are deserted.

Times are tough, everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit.

On this particular day a rich German tourist is driving through the town, stops at the local hotel and lays a €100 note on the desk, telling the hotel owner he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to pick one to spend the night.

The owner gives him some keys and, as soon as the visitor has walked upstairs, the hotelier grabs the €100 note and runs next door to pay his debt to the butcher.

The butcher takes the €100 note and runs down the street to repay his debt to the pig farmer.

The pig farmer takes the €100 note and heads off to pay his bill at the supplier of feed and fuel.

The guy at the Farmers’ Co-op takes the €100 note and runs to pay his drinks bill at the pub.

The publican slips the money along to the local prostitute drinking at the bar, who has also been facing hard times and has had to offer him “services” on credit.

The hooker then rushes to the hotel and pays off her room bill to the hotel owner with the €100 note.

The hotel proprietor then places the €100 note back on the counter so the rich traveller will not suspect anything.

At that moment the traveller comes down the stairs, picks up the €100 note, states that the rooms are not satisfactory, pockets the money, and leaves town.

No one produced anything.

No one earned anything.

However, the whole town is now out of debt and looking to the future with a lot more optimism.

And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is how the bailout package works.

Cellarman

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Barrel-Dregs, “A Pub Co Christmas Carol” a year on. (156)

 The Characters in this Jovial Christmas Tale are purely fictitious and any similarity to real people is not intended, but it might just prick a conscience or two.

                           “A Pub Co Christmas Carol” a year on.

It was 11.30 pm Christmas Eve 2010, a foul night, freezing with sleet and snow,  gale force winds roaring across the West Country.

The M5 was blocked and a few diversions were in place, the North Coast Road was the only one open to Cornwall and that was blocked on Countisbury Hill.

Two cars were pushing along, one following the other and the one in front kept going because the other was behind.

The driver of the first car, thought this is bizarre, this happened last year, it can’t possibly happen again.

The diversion from the M5 had taken them through Minehead from Taunton, not an easy drive, Porlock Hill was just manageable with loads of salt and grit.

Just before Culbone Stables another diversion to the left, down into the Doone Valley where there was very little snow and some icy roads, by- passing Countisbury Hill.

The driver of the first car began to feel shivers running up and down his spine, he instinctively locked the doors.

The two cars picked their way carefully down the narrow lane, one a dark grey Aston Martin and the other a silver BMW.

It had taken ten hours to get this far from the Midlands, both drivers hoping to get to Cornwall for Christmas.

Both cars were slipping on patchy ice along the lanes, their speeds far slower than the speeds that they were built for, stupid driving was not on the agenda. They passed through a hamlet and up an incline beside the East Lyn River, which was in full flood and not a place to skid into on a dark night.

The incline flattened and then descended down, both cars slowed to a crawl and inched down the hill to a pub with a car park beside the river.

The road immediately started to rise on the other side of the pub and they realised that neither would be going anywhere with the snow and ice on the road and gently reversed into the pub car park overlooking the river.

The lights were on and it looked like a haven in the wilderness with a big fire flickering through the windows, the time was 11.30 pm, it had been a long day.

The driver of the first car was now in a cold sweat, he had stopped here last year and somehow the world had walked across his grave. He knew the pub, when he had arrived the lights were on with a jovial landlord a blazing fire a warming drink and when he left it, there were no lights and it looked derelict.

Somebody had obviously bought the pub and reopened it.

There were no cars in either car park, the second car was pulling into the other car park.

They both climbed out of their cars with hats pulled down and collars up and dashed for the pub door, they stepped in and shut the door quickly.

A large jovial man dressed as Father Christmas, behind the bar chortled “Happy Christmas”, both drivers grunted about how foul the weather was and made a beeline for the seats on either side of the fire, removing their coats as they sat down.

The bar was decorated with holly and festive decorations, carols were playing quietly in the background, the subtleties of Christmas celebration were wasted on the two exhausted drivers.

The jovial Father Christmas brought over some mince pies and said that they were on the house, since all his usual customers were long gone.

The first driver looked at the second driver and realised that it was his colleague from Titanic Inns, Obadiah Townshend. He said “What are you doing here? This is miles out of your way.”

He replied that he had followed the diversion and thought he recognised the car in front and kept following.

The landlord asked them both if they would like to try some mulled ale, producing two halves of a very dark beer and plunging a hot poker out of the blazing fire into the glasses with a loud hiss.  

They both drank the warming ale and lapsed into a near totally relaxed state, in fact any movement was an effort, they both looked at the glasses which had a logo saying “The Devils Brew”, fresh from the Devils Brewery on Dartmoor.

Both men felt a gentle squeeze on their shoulders and came to.

The large jovial Father Christmas said to them “I am the Ghost of Christmas Past, come and join me.”

The door opened, the wind had stopped blowing and all three stepped outside.

They were both bemused but in a fuddled state and the jovial giant picked them up and they all three zoomed upwards and Eastwards.

Neither felt cold or terrified as they sped back across Exmoor, Taunton with the lights flickering, the M5 snaking Northwards covered in snow with lines of stationary cars with twinkling lights.

Swinging East along the A303, over Andover, Basingstoke, the River Thames was shimmering in the moonlight meandering through the white countryside.

They finally floated down on to the car park of a pub in a small village called Laleham on Thames.

Ebenezer though, “I’ve done this before it’s all very familiar.” Obadiah was lost for words and looked terrified.

The pub was called “The Ash Tree”, it didn’t look inspiring, there were some very old cars parked outside, all covered in snow and not a place that either would frequent.

All three walked into the pub, nobody even noticed them, the pub was packed, everyone was singing carols and having a fabulous time, the staff were all working like mad, the landlord Frank was everywhere, the two had never seen a pub as busy as this for years.

The Ghost of Christmas Past eased them out of the door for a short walk towards the centre of the village and the “Saracens Head”, this was a much smaller pub, but again, this was packed with people enjoying themselves and celebrating Christmas Eve, they were all local people, the same as those in “The Ash Tree”.

The Ghost eased them once again out of the door, they appeared to be invisible, nobody noticed.

They walked round the corner by the village church and a hundred yards further on was the “Five Horse Shoes”, there were some wonderful old sports cars parked outside, again covered in snow.

They walked in, again the pub was packed with young people and a few older ones all enjoying themselves celebrating Christmas, it was a beautiful pub with genuine beams, polished brass and a big fire.

Stanley the licensee was dispensing hospitality to everyone.

The two looked at each other, their thoughts were the same what incredible businesses.

The Ghost once again eased them out of the door again and said that they must get back because time was limited, they flew West to Exmoor and back to their seats in front of the pub fire.

They both immediately started to doze, the door flew open and a lady in a long white cloak with fur trimming came in clutching a book, in fact she looked just like Bridget Jones with her Diary from the Beer and Pub Association.

She looked at our two weary travellers and said, “I am the Ghost of Christmas Present, come and join me.”

She took them both up and over Exmoor, in exactly the same way as the Ghost of Christmas Past, finally landing in “The Ash Tree” car park, there was one car in the car park and a fairly old one with two flat tyres and no tax disc.

The pub was boarded up and sign saying possible redevelopment, all offers considered.

All three moved out very quickly the whole thing was totally depressing, the “Saracens Head” further down the road towards the village centre was boarded up, with a tired business agents sign hanging off the wall saying business opportunity, and looked as though it had been there for a long time.

Once again they walked round the church and could see the illuminated sign of the “Five Horse Shoes”.

Three cars were in the car park, the door opened and a scruffily dressed man walked past them.

They entered the bar that had been so vibrant and fun, the air was subdued, piped pop music was blaring out with about three customers and a tired barman.

All three walked into the pub it was looking tired, there were three customers and a manager from the Management Company running the place, the pub that had been so vibrant was like a morgue.

They were discussing  how many people had failed in the pub, because the rent was too high, the discounts were non existent and people couldn’t make a fair living.

The conversation once again was about greedy landlords or Pub Co’s, the difference was the same, nothing had been invested in the pub, a succession of inexperienced people who had all failed miserably because the landlords draconian demands had been too much for any to survive.

All the time the Ghost of Christmas Present was scribbling in her Diary, she finally took them outside much to their relief and transported them back to the West and the comfortable chair by the fire side in the Exmoor pub.

They sank into the chairs almost exhausted, she gently opened the door and departed.

It seemed no time at all when the pub door opened a large man in a strange Garb came in, he looked familiar and could easily have been mistaken for the Chairman of the Select Committee who both our weary travellers had managed to incur some scathing comments from.

He approached our two very weary travellers and said, “I am the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, please come and join me”.

They both pleaded that they had driven miles and been transported miles and their systems had reached breaking point and they had no desire to see the final ignominy of what had been three brilliant pubs.

He said, “You won’t, you are going into the future in another direction and have no option.”

They staggered to their feet and walked outside the Ghost whisked them upwards and Westwards, across Barnstaple, Okehampton.

Tavistock was away to the right, they were crossing the centre of Dartmoor, the prison loomed up, with Princetown beside it.

The prison was not as Ebenezer had seen it last year, the walls and the security had gone, much to his relief, a large battered sign saying the Dartmoor Devil’s Brewery, steam was rising and people were shuffling in and out moving beer barrels, it was like the last place on earth.

They floated down through the prison wall into the corridors of the old jail, two grey haired and bearded figures were shuffling along pushing some beer barrels, they looked familiar, their hands were gnarled and callused, they appeared to stoop with premature old age.

The terrible premonition that these two sub normal beings could have been them, sent shivers down both their spines, the Ghost looked at them both and shook his head having read their minds, they are just a couple of over zealous BDM’s.

Ebenezer was dreading what might come next, Obadiah was grey with terror, it was nightmare that didn’t stop.

They moved on through the steam laden gloom into where the beer was brewed, there was a very large open topped circular tank with Barrel-Dregs over the top, numerous shambling bodies were emptying the dregs out of every barrel, to their horror, at least twenty of these shambling creatures were up to their necks in the tank trying to walk round with the aim of agitating this foul mess of ullage.

There was a nauseating smell of rotting meat and activated ullage, they thought that they recognised the faces of several colleagues, including themselves though neither dare admit it, but it was the Devil’s Cauldron, the odd carcase rose to the surface to roll and vanish again.

The Ghost smiled at them at their obvious horror and nausea, the added thought that the mulled ale that they had drunk earlier must have come through this disgusting mess.

They both looked at the ghost dressed in his strange garb and mentally asked the same question, “What happened?”

“It’s a long story, the Select Committee were furious that nothing was done and got the new Government to bring in legislation to outlaw increasing rents and over valuing the freehold without considering true business viability and declared it a Ponzi Scheme, since so many people had lost billions of pounds buying leases that were not viable. Every Pub Owning company that followed that method, at least one director, accountant or valuer whose idea to follow suit was held liable.

The Government directed that all people with a justifiable claim against the company even retrospectively could do so, this caused the total collapse of the majority of large Pub Co’s, the directors were held personally liable because it was deemed a criminal act, consequently you both lost everything and were sentenced to fifty years hard labour without reprieve.”

Ebenezer had a frightening thought, his colleague of last year, Silas had retired prematurely and vanished, whereas, he in the cold light of day, thought it was only a nightmare caused through tiredness and exhaustion, and had laughed the whole thing off, lightening doesn’t strike twice or maybe it does.

Silas’ rapid retirement left his successors with the unenviable task of disposing of thousands of pubs worth a fraction of the company debts or their book value, Ebenezer knew that the knock on effect of these problems could or would cause Titanic Inns, massive problems of confidence or even an exposure of how fragile their position had become.

The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come continued,”Since Dartmoor was closed as a prison last year, a wealthy Russian brewer offered to set up a brewery in the old prison, provided all the inmates of Dartmoor with experience in the pub industry would be allowed to serve the remainder of their time there, which you all agreed.”

They both said, “What happened to our families?”

“They are still living in high rise Council Flats in the Midlands on Social Security with many other prisoners families.”

The Ghost said, “ Have a look at some of your fellow convicts and the ex guards”

Again the terrible realization that there were loads of corporate Pub Co Directors shambling round and the supervisors were all ex licensees, they actually made more money as brewery supervisors than running pubs.

They were both in total shock, much to their relief the Ghost whisked them away from that awful scene and dropped them back in their chairs in front of the fire on Exmoor.

They were woken by the jovial Father Christmas saying the gritter had been through, the weather had warmed up and they could continue their journey.

They both looked at each other and said that they had had the most dreadful dreams and realised that they were both exactly the same, both were in a state of shock.

They put their coats on and walked out of the door thanking the licensee for his generosity and walked to the railings around the car park overlooking the river.

They both said, “Were we really that bad?” and sadly they agreed, “What can we do to make amends?”

Ebenezer said I was going to do that last year and I thought it was a spooky dream, but it doesn’t happen twice or I might just end up in the ullage.

“We can do an awful lot if we really try, we need some people that really understand the industry and licensees, we also need to listen to licensees.”

They had just had a “Whistleblower” expose all the scams that the Pub Co’s had been enforcing for years, the majority were just legal, but morally unacceptable, a BDM had tried to intimidate a lessee in front of two people, who it turned out were influential people in the industry, it was not a good week to be a Pub Co Boss, they were all being tarred with the same brush.

“Let’s see if we can put the clock back, I would prefer to have pubs like those in the past and make honest money for everyone. My shareholders wouldn’t have blocked all our perks if we’d focussed on profitability instead of false property values, hindsight and a prod from the unexplainable might just get our integrity back, if it’s not too late.”

The lights had been turned out on the pub and it was very dark as they climbed into their cars.

They started their engines and the lights came on, showing a boarded up pub with a sagging sign with a faded Titanic Inns Freehouse sign and a sagging banner acquired by the Devil’s Brewery, closed until next Christmas.

They both felt a cold shiver run through their bodies as though someone had just walked over their graves.

It must have happened they still had the after taste of the mulled ale in their mouths.

Looking at the dashboard clocks in their cars it said 11.30 pm????

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Barrel-Dregs, Ex-BDM turns Whistleblower (155)

We would like to commend the Publican for this article, with all the obvious provisos.

Barrel-Dregs writers have been raising these abuses for some considerable time, but assuming that the information is correct and I am sure the Publican have gone to great lengths to ensure the facts are correct, this may be a turning point.

Another BDM is alleged to have tried to intimidate another lessee in the last week without checking who was witnessing these threats, “Two very influential people”, the BDM supposedly did not shoot themselves in the foot, but rather wished that they had blown themselves into outer space, it’s been a good week for Pub Co screw ups.

The Publican – Home – Robert Sayles: Ex-BDM turns whistleblower – Exclusive

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‘If tenants pleaded poverty we were encouraged to advise them to raise prices even though we knew that in many cases they were already far too high. They were talked to like subordinates with no respect for the fact that they had invested…

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The views expressed are not necessarily the editors and www.buyingapub.com accepts no responsibility for them, we do try to avoid offensive or litigious statements being made. They are written by concerned professionals in the industry who feel that these issues should be raised to ensure that all licensees are made fully aware of many hidden pitfalls.

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