Title: 'I'm Sorry Sir ........"'

When I was still living in England, I had no creative outlet whatsoever. It wasn't exactly a nurturing environment for artists, so I would keep it all inside. Sometimes though, it would reach the surface. Either through my social manner, which became increasingly eccentric, or through my appearance which ...well...also became increasingly eccentric. Not suprisingly, I was often refused service in pubs, or overlooked for job promotions. ............"I'm sorry Sir, but we don't serve (fill in the blank)"