Don’t get your tits out in the Owain Glyndwr!

Or, at least, not if you’re breastfeeding!!

The Owain Glyndwr is on St. John St in Cardiff. A few of us have been meeting there fortnightly, or, more precisely, in the Tair Pleun which is attached to the Owain. In fact, we have a regular booking which, when around 40 members of Occupy Cardiff joined us on Monday 14th November, two days after they were brutally evicted from the lawns outside Cardiff Castle, our booking had disappeared.

After speaking with the bloke running the (very quiet) bar, he gave us the go ahead to use the Tair Pleun side to meet, but asked if I could move everyone over to one side so he could move some tables about. This was for access to the toilets for folks using the Owain as their regular toilets are upstairs, and they had a speed dating event going on. Fair enough.

Then I was asked to stop folks using the fire exit, to stop them standing or sitting in certain places and to make sure no-one consumed their own food and drink. As far as I saw it, their tills were ringing a lot hotter than usual for a Monday eve, though clearly not because of the speed dating. A couple of us were hassled to go upstairs as they only had six participants. I was definitely at a ‘chill out, you’re taking money and everything’s cool so let everyone get on with it’ point at that stage.

I spent most of my time in the Owain side for reasons I’ll probably go into in another blog, but wandered in now and again. On one such occasion, the bloke running the bar collared me again and asked if I could get people out with kids. Erm, ok, but their not actually in an open bar? I said I’d mention it, but it takes ages to pack kids up, right? 😉

So I shouted that folks with kids would have to leave. At this point, Neil McEvoy was already pumping his ego at the meeting. There were only one couple there with kids, and they were happily co-operative, but would need some time to gather stuff etc.

Then, and I am still struggling to believe that this shit still happens, the bloke running the bar said to me. . . .

‘Oh, and someone’s breastfeeding.’

It took me a minute to process this. Was this just an observation or was he having a go? Was it consuming your own food rules gawn mad? But then he added. . .

‘People are eating!’

Oh dear!! I tried to explain the law to him, but he kept coming out with little gems like ‘people are having to come through here for the toilets. They don’t want to see that’, so I lost my rag a bit. He was adamant that he was right, and he was clearly disgusted on a personal level. I asked to speak to the manager and he said he wasn’t there, so I asked for his number. He declined giving it to me.

I spoke to the lady who was breastfeeding. Understandably, she wasn’t over-impressed either!

He did come and find me a while later, and said ‘You were right about that thing, so I apologise.’ Well, thanks!

I didn’t see much of Neil McEvoy kicking off, though could hear him shouting. Then I heard that he’d been escorted off the premises. When I said to the bloke running the bar that he’d kicked out a councillor, he looked worried, but didn’t deny it. Seems he has since in the local press though!

McEvoy’s actions created a natural break in the proceedings, but as folks went to the bar, they were told they couldn’t buy alcohol. McEvoy did receive some abuse outside, including from me, but he wasn’t holding back with his insults, either!

Not long after the meeting resumed, two rather large bouncers told us that we had 15 minutes to get out. Nice that! I did argue the toss, pointing out that it was a political debate so would inevitably get heated at times, but nothing had, or was likely to be, broken.

I then had the same conversation with the bloke running the bar. . .and his manager! The manager who apparently wasn’t there, but, in fact, lived upstairs and was in all the time. I also brought up the breastfeeding issue with him. His attitude was that it was fine because the bloke running the bar had apologised after checking with him.

Train your fucking staff properly then!!

I am truly stunned that this level of ignorance still exists over something so natural!

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