Another plant ID please (Berberis)

This thing is at one of the gardens that Bob works on.  He thinks he knows what it is, but can’t remember.

   

It’s very spiky and it bleeds yellow when it’s cut. If that helps.

   

If you could refresh his memory that would be wonderful. I haven’t got a clue.

Is it Berberis?
Very thorny?

Is it Berberis?
Very thorny?

Yes very thorny!
 I’m disappointed now. Bob thought it was a type of berberis. 
hate it when he’s right   . Never hear the end of it   .

Tell him he's wrong and its a Barberry.

Of course he is right

I just googled that I’ve never heard the name barberry. I didn’t realise there were so many varieties of berberis. They’re all very pretty shame they’re all so bl@@dy vicious. We’ve got lots of the Darwinii

https://www.best4hedging.co.uk/berberis-...rberry-c22

Sure I’ve got the middle of the second row as well ( the evergreen one )

Of course he is right

Stop it   .

Would they keep the deer away?

My memory of berberis - When I was a nipper we'd play in the local park and the challenge was to hide in the bushes (mostly berberis and other unpleasant stuff) until the Parkie had locked the gates and gone home. We'd then play in the park until we wanted to leave and either climb the railings (spikes on top) or, in my case, wriggle out under the railings through a little tunnel we'd dug.
Fortunately, our accidents were minor as nobody would have known where we were or been able to get in to help!

The berberis is fairly deer proof.
I bet you were a handful as a kid 

I blame my brother and his friends for leading me astray. I had to stay behind to look after him - and I always seemed to bring him home broken! We still laugh about the time he fell off the roundabout and ended up with his head sideways on his shoulder (that's our memory of it anyway)!!
He and his little friends liked trainspotting (steam trains then) and they'd go down to the station - and take me with them as I had a special job to do there. Imagine me, podgy little girl with NHS glasses in a homemade frock, ribbon in my hair, going up to a train driver to ask to climb up in his cab!
As soon as he said yes, all the grubby little boys in short trousers, socks round their ankles, tousled hair, would appear out of nowhere and pour into the cab behind me!!
By the time we'd get home, we'd be covered in coal dust and smoke smuts.
So SC, I was the goody goody, looking after my little brother, not a handful at all.

On another note, we had such freedom then and no health and safety restrictions or fear of strangers. So different to these days.