Saturday! Saturday! Saturday, etc etc, blah blah blah.
Sunday, 13 May 2007
Yesterday, while I was off, Jabba had to step onto the dance floor to break up a fight... when he was hit from behind with a chair. Thrown by a woman.
Marvellous.
She was barred, of course, but naturally still tried to get back in tonight as if nothing happened. Indeed, her friend later said that Jabba was lying as the doorman the chair hit "had glasses." Even if that was true (which it was not), how does that make it any better!? Oh, you went for four-eyes, did you madam? Come right in...
The usual nonsense tonight. A young mother and her sister so drunk that one of them passed out on the dance floor and the other was equally incapable of even getting the six-month old baby girl in the pushchair home, let alone, you know, actually fucking taking care of her. I see this week-in, week-out nowadays but it doesn't get any less sickening. Eventually the grandmother turned up to take care of the baby and the only amusing part was her throwing a mental each of the three times one of the door staff asked her if she'd be okay with the child. Later, she slapped her pisshead daughter fully round the face who then, after getting back on her feet, punched her mother in the mouth. Happy families! You see a bit of everything in my line of work. It's all good.
Two groups of four lads - all about 18-20, all your typical fuckwits - had been having 'words' with each other all night to the point where it got a bit silly. Really, it was like a scene out of Michael Jackson's Beat It, what with all the posturing and hand gestures going on. One of them even came up to me and said another one had 'pushed passed him' at the door. Hilarious. Where's the dignity? Eventually, a couple of them were so drunk that they were escorted out, but instead of going home and sleeping it off the silly bastards decided to wait around the corner for their mates.
Well, come closing time we were on the verge of getting the last few people out of the main bar when a slightly panicked call came over the radio. "ALL DOORS... THERE'S A MASSIVE FIGHT GOING ON IN THE CAR PARK." My inclination was to say, "Fuck it," and I did, as I'd already seen several doormen rush out and it felt like too many cooks and all that. But when Jabba bolted as well I figured I'd better at least have a look. Outside, of course, it was the same pricks from earlier, except a few of the now had their shirts off, and were revelling in their 18-year old physical nothingness.
The police were called and showed up in about five minutes. One quite amusing aspect of this incident is the 'two sides to a story' element; the chap we'd escorted out claimed he had been assaulted by several older gentlemen and gave this story to the police. Later, I spoke to one of our head security guys who'd monitored it all on the CCTV and the reality was the total opposite. Oh well. They're all barred. Everybody gets barred eventually.
The worst thing tonight is I've come home to a house that is absolutely dry of alcohol; that's really pissed me off.
posted by Sheamus @ 3:30 am
