I'm over it now. Those fuckers weren't there for me after Honduras.
No big deal. I resigned in the late '80s after being refused entry to the Scruffs' Bar one lunchtime for being overdressed. Apparently, my chinos were too clean and sharply pressed. Having just had a haircut and shave didn't help much, either. Thankfully, Bunny and Grifter walked out in sympathy and we all went for a pint in the RAG together. I haven't been back since.