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An eventful night
Drunk Lady
Everyone is queuing up as normal, show me there ID, get let through when the pay window is clear so they can pay there money and get there hands stamped….
A large party of girls gets to the front and as I am ID’ing them I notice the one at the back looks rather the worse for wear…eyes just look plain wrong and she seems to be having a very hard time standing on one spot without leaning this way and that, so I decide I best knock her back and tell her why and advise her to head off home…she moves out of the queue and all is well in the world.
A few minutes later she has come back through the queue again and is wanting to get in….knock her back again and repeat my previous advise about heading home…off she goes again….straight to the back of the queue to wait again (at this point the owner is watching her and laughing at her persistence) Once she reaches the front again I take her to one side, explain in a loud voice there is no way she will get in tonight and to go home for her own safety/good. She takes off at a different angle to her previous exits and I think all is well in the world.
5 minutes later there is a tug at my arm whilst I am dealing with the queue, I turn around about to give this person a piece of my mind and tell them to join the queue like everyone else when I saw it’s the venue owner…he tell me it was a good call with the drunk girl…she’s just fell on her face and looks to be trying to swim on the pavement…he points I shake my head and mutter about p##sheads and on with the work I go.
Waste of Vodka
I get relieved from the front door to go get a cuppa and to warm up inside, as I’m walking about I am motioned over by a glass collector to where we have a few sofa’s, she points into a corner where there is a 75cl bottle of vodka with about half gone. Seeing as you can’t bring your own drinks in I take the bottle open the fire exit and pour it out. What a waste.
Drug dealer part 1
Now while I am warming a bloke in on his own comes up to me and starts to waffle on about he’s the brother of the surf shop owner and everyone knows him blah blah blah…I’m trying to ignore him and looking over his head to the dance floor crowds.
He eventually gets the message that I don’t care who he is and wanders off, a short while later the glass collector comes and points the guy out saying he was acting a bit weird towards him and wouldent move so he could pick up glasses off the floor…so I start to keep a lose eye on him, whilst I am looking at him a girl falls over on the dance floor so I walk over to help her up and see if shes ok he watches me come over and when I pass he takes a passive stance showing me his hands were empty by putting them in front of himself…I thought that was weird but I was going past him for a reason….
Even staff can be dumb
I’m getting ready to head back outside to the front door and stop for a pee on the way past the toilets, when I go in there is a lad watching me enter through the mirror and he starts shouting “you’re a welsh c#nt” over and over…so I go do my thing wash my hands and stand outside the toilets, when he wobbles out I escort him out the front door and advise him to head off home as he wont be coming back in tonight….he begs and pleads to come back in telling me he works there in the week part time (my days off) and lives with the assistant manager etc etc…..tell him firmly No and that the decision wont be changing…he hangs around begging for a bit and even gets his friends to go beg the assistant manager to let him back in….friends come back and tell him that seeing as he got tossed he isn’t allowed back in tonight…he accepts that and falls asleep on the step a few doors down from the club….bit of advise don’t gob off at door staff if you want to stay in the venue.
Drug dealer part 2
As I’m stood at the door with the manager who’s out for a smoke the assistant manager comes out in a hurry and walks off with his phone to his ear, when he gets off the phone he pulls the manager to one side and has a hurried word…….a few minutes later a 2 officers and 1 sgt from the local police turn up in a unmarked car, the manager gets on the radio and tells the AM that the police are here and asks me to keep the door clear for a minute.
I watch for what happens and 3 door staff come dragging the lad previously mentioned, once they get to the door they stop and the sgt cuffs him and advises him they are going to search him for drugs, he goes to one side with them and he gets searched, they must have found something as next thing I know they are dragging him kicking and screaming into a nearby police van.
I get the story from the AM, aparently he bought the DJ a beer and said he was great and what not, all fine, a little while later he went back and offered to shake the DJ’s hand, they shake, at the end the DJ is left with a nice sized block of cannabis resin in his hand…so after a few minutes the DJ gets one of the glass collectors to call the AM who goes and gets told whats happened..who then comes out and calls the police.
Police sgt came back at the end of the night to get statements and to collect the drugs they had forgotten to take with them earlier…which disappointed the DJ.
Drunk Lady
Everyone is queuing up as normal, show me there ID, get let through when the pay window is clear so they can pay there money and get there hands stamped….
A large party of girls gets to the front and as I am ID’ing them I notice the one at the back looks rather the worse for wear…eyes just look plain wrong and she seems to be having a very hard time standing on one spot without leaning this way and that, so I decide I best knock her back and tell her why and advise her to head off home…she moves out of the queue and all is well in the world.
A few minutes later she has come back through the queue again and is wanting to get in….knock her back again and repeat my previous advise about heading home…off she goes again….straight to the back of the queue to wait again (at this point the owner is watching her and laughing at her persistence) Once she reaches the front again I take her to one side, explain in a loud voice there is no way she will get in tonight and to go home for her own safety/good. She takes off at a different angle to her previous exits and I think all is well in the world.
5 minutes later there is a tug at my arm whilst I am dealing with the queue, I turn around about to give this person a piece of my mind and tell them to join the queue like everyone else when I saw it’s the venue owner…he tell me it was a good call with the drunk girl…she’s just fell on her face and looks to be trying to swim on the pavement…he points I shake my head and mutter about p##sheads and on with the work I go.
Waste of Vodka
I get relieved from the front door to go get a cuppa and to warm up inside, as I’m walking about I am motioned over by a glass collector to where we have a few sofa’s, she points into a corner where there is a 75cl bottle of vodka with about half gone. Seeing as you can’t bring your own drinks in I take the bottle open the fire exit and pour it out. What a waste.
Drug dealer part 1
Now while I am warming a bloke in on his own comes up to me and starts to waffle on about he’s the brother of the surf shop owner and everyone knows him blah blah blah…I’m trying to ignore him and looking over his head to the dance floor crowds.
He eventually gets the message that I don’t care who he is and wanders off, a short while later the glass collector comes and points the guy out saying he was acting a bit weird towards him and wouldent move so he could pick up glasses off the floor…so I start to keep a lose eye on him, whilst I am looking at him a girl falls over on the dance floor so I walk over to help her up and see if shes ok he watches me come over and when I pass he takes a passive stance showing me his hands were empty by putting them in front of himself…I thought that was weird but I was going past him for a reason….
Even staff can be dumb
I’m getting ready to head back outside to the front door and stop for a pee on the way past the toilets, when I go in there is a lad watching me enter through the mirror and he starts shouting “you’re a welsh c#nt” over and over…so I go do my thing wash my hands and stand outside the toilets, when he wobbles out I escort him out the front door and advise him to head off home as he wont be coming back in tonight….he begs and pleads to come back in telling me he works there in the week part time (my days off) and lives with the assistant manager etc etc…..tell him firmly No and that the decision wont be changing…he hangs around begging for a bit and even gets his friends to go beg the assistant manager to let him back in….friends come back and tell him that seeing as he got tossed he isn’t allowed back in tonight…he accepts that and falls asleep on the step a few doors down from the club….bit of advise don’t gob off at door staff if you want to stay in the venue.
Drug dealer part 2
As I’m stood at the door with the manager who’s out for a smoke the assistant manager comes out in a hurry and walks off with his phone to his ear, when he gets off the phone he pulls the manager to one side and has a hurried word…….a few minutes later a 2 officers and 1 sgt from the local police turn up in a unmarked car, the manager gets on the radio and tells the AM that the police are here and asks me to keep the door clear for a minute.
I watch for what happens and 3 door staff come dragging the lad previously mentioned, once they get to the door they stop and the sgt cuffs him and advises him they are going to search him for drugs, he goes to one side with them and he gets searched, they must have found something as next thing I know they are dragging him kicking and screaming into a nearby police van.
I get the story from the AM, aparently he bought the DJ a beer and said he was great and what not, all fine, a little while later he went back and offered to shake the DJ’s hand, they shake, at the end the DJ is left with a nice sized block of cannabis resin in his hand…so after a few minutes the DJ gets one of the glass collectors to call the AM who goes and gets told whats happened..who then comes out and calls the police.
Police sgt came back at the end of the night to get statements and to collect the drugs they had forgotten to take with them earlier…which disappointed the DJ.
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