Pelican... Aaaah... I remember the dress code well. I had to try and enforce it most weekends. Hell of a job when on occassion you would get a granny group from upstairs trolloping down to the Pelican followed by their tached spouses. Too pissed to comprehend English. Or when the odd bearded German off a boat fancied coming in for a bit of banging techno. Simply unable to comprehend English, or should I say that I couldn't speak German!! Common sense prevailed on all accounts! The dress code was there, and allowed for interpretation. Christ I had more hassle and fistycuffs with some of the bosses mates, pissed, drugged up (dressed the same as everyone else) and not in the mood for a telling!! I did enjoy trying though!! Dress codes can and should be interpreted under the influence of common sense. Gauranteed there will always be a nutter that shouts from the other side of the street whilst waking backwards... "you let him in and he's wearing fucking make up... must be a gay bar you fucking fucks". And at that point consideration is then given to a vocabulary and grammar based door code. Right of refusal lies with the management!!! I will add that a bam is a bam no matter what they are wearing.