Hey ho! as we wave goodbye gracefully to my career as a fkin taxi marshall...later, adios. Told my boss i'm done with it. Working with him is actually a laugh, he's as immature as me and as much of an actual clown. But after bumping into an old friend i knew while working, and somehow explaining to him my fall from grace from call centre manager to...opening doors for people, and then proceeding to actually opening his door...i don't know i cant do it. So i had a nice chat with the boss earlier and yep, goodbye taxi rank shit...good...this is good.Loads of pretty girls were out in force, and the night was freezing, we were positioned right outside a busy club, and between a KFC, and Subway, so to be fair, we were needed and we were a deterrent, well for the most part. Loads of lovely things strutting down the street like the catwalks of Milan. Thursday night is the new friday as the kids would say and it certainly looked that way, jesus was it cold though, and i was wrapped up like a freak too!
My boss loves sending people who ask for the toilet toward the direction of the shopping malls fire exit, they are drunk and vulenrable. It eats away at my heart a little, as they stand confused knocking on the fire exit door trying to go in for a whazzle, when a confused memeber of the "mall security" opens up, but it's all fun, and made the night go quicker.
A short fat man in his late forties barely able to keep his balance was speaking to two student types. One with long shaggy hair, the other with enough spots for britain. They both clutched an open subway sandwich like a loaded pistol while mocking the old man. The old dude seemed cool, he came to me earlier in the night and shook my hand but well you never know people.
One of the students said something in an admiteddely condesending manner...whack. A quick snappy jab to the students face backed him off, it was a clean hit but the nerd took the punch well, didn't even cut his lip. He jus backed off, looked a bit shaken and continued to tell me "i was just asking him if he was going the same way as us man, shit"
I didn't see it coming but zipped right in there to stop any more stupidness happening. Too much drink, to much brovado. Like the old black guy earlier on in the night who threatened to bring a gun back and shoot a taxi driver because they refused him a drive because he never coughs up the dough. Broke bastard. Work.
Besides a motuhy ex doorman who had a problem with being refused a taxi by the taxi rank over the road, and rightly so, he was aggressive and racist, but they caved in and let him. I was inbetween the two of them (again) just in case. Now as Taxi marshall none of this we're supposed to do, we're supposed to just leave it, not get involved as we have no powers. Sorry fuck that, i didn't pay all this cash for the badge to stand there having a wank. Nope, i want to get in there, and do my job...and i did.
Near the end of the night a crowd gathered under the lights of the big bright subway and KFC logo's. Hungry clubbers wanting quick food. It had to happen. Me and my boss noticed a big gathering, then heard raised voices...yeh, it had to happen. But, we didn't expect it to happen like this. Some guy took a sweet hook to the head and went down, courtest of a tall lanky mixed race dude. I ran over through the frightened crowd and then saw the guy still landing boots on the fallen vitcims head like a free for all. I pulled him off, expecting that wack to come it didn't. Im 5'11 about 17 stone if i pull you off, i pull you off homey, .He left it shouted some words to the guy on the floor and ran off.
Me and my boss moved the crowd away and called on the CCTV radios the police, who got here fairly quickly, but not before another fella did EXACTLY the same thing further up the queue of people. And so off we were again, same thing, pushed the guy off before he landed more kicks to the tall lanky guys head who was on the floor in a bad state, he looked like he was swimming in and out of conciousness before we got there, not really reacting to the boots...i pushed the guy off and he shouted about a shirt being ripped or his shirt was ripped.
My memory tells me that i actually remember this guy arguing earlier with someone about his or someones girlfriend, but of course i couldn't predict him doing this. The guy went back in to land more boots, no way. I pushed him away again. "fuck this pussy boy, im back for all of you" him and his mate ran for the car and sped off...the police arrived done what looked like their default questioning then went off for doughnuts.
Near the end of the night a nervous secuirty guard for the town centre emerged from a door, and poked his head out "wow looks like it kicked off here earlier heh heh heh" me and my boss just looked at him. Amusingly my boss played the A-Team theme tune on his phone as the david brent like security guard emerged to check "all was well" yeh, thanks for getting involved mate. Pathetic.
Some very very attractive ninteen year old girls stood and spoke to us as the night ended, rain hammering down good and proper like it had been all night, and gave us some flyers about some rave or something. I asked if they needed doorstaff...why not. One was exremely pretty, short long black hair, nice figure...i did nothing i tell you.
So that was it...technically speaking i have one more night of taxi marshall to do, and thats friday night, tonight. Once that's done that...and i just got a call that im supposed to be at the rank at 9....and i thought it was 11:00 FUCK....bye
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