"There's a paedophile in the building, REPEAT... A PAEDOPHILE IS IN THE BUILDING..."
Wednesday 18 April 2007
Christ, it's dull at work at the moment. So dull, in fact, that tonight I was home before midnight. Yeah: me.
Bimbo has redeemed himself somewhat thanks to making a genuine effort the last couple of days. Time will tell if it continues, but so far all is well. His brother in law, however, has given birth to his alias simply by the way he looks - he shall be known as Shrek. As said, he's Bilbo II. Or really, and fairly, the old Bilbo. Shrek took an hour for his break today. An hour.
Bilbo also had words with the boss today complaining about The Lodge and we were told that she'd definitely be attending the main complex once the lower bar closed tonight. The lower bar closed before 10pm. Did we see her? Don't laugh.
The only incident of note tonight was the activities of an 83-year old man. I'd already been warned about him by one of the day security chaps and was told that a few parents had complained he'd been hanging around the playground, chatting to kids, etc. All a bit creepy. My colleague gave a bloody good description of him because I knew who he was when he walked up to the complex gates an hour or so later. To be honest he was perfectly amicable and I kind of put it to one side; there is, of course, a very fine line between an old man who just likes kids and an old man who likes kids. But proof in the pudding, and all that. You have to be careful, particularly in this job.
Well, about 10.45pm a few parents came up to us to complain about the same old guy and his actions towards their kids. It appears he'd been going up to the little ones in the arcade and telling them he was a swimming instructor, giving them money for the machines, asking for their names and that of their friends, and - and this is the worst part - writing them all down in a little book. Now, of course, he could have just been embarrassed about his shocking memory but come on - that's more than a little dodgy.
Well, I got the complex manager out who then went and spoke to the parents and then the old guy, who by now was sitting down in one of the restaurants. Again, he was nice as pie and the manager concluded that he was probably just a bit eccentric/old-fashioned etc, but to be safe we had to watch him like a hawk for the rest of the night. And if he even looked at a kid again, out he goes.
As it was ultra-dull everywhere else, cue 3-5 security positioned at strategic points around the room, covert earpieces at full attention, pinning the old guy down with keen, narrow gazes. He was oblivious to it all, of course. Let's face it, he was probably having a sly wank under the table.
It was at this point that I fucked off home.
posted by Sheamus @ 12:48 am
