Allll good, no events last night. As i said, after my usual perch, which was quiet, i was zipped off to the biggest club in my town. You feel the difference in "areas" when, as approaching a club you see a roaring great Police van pass you and stop outside of the club entrance your about to work in. As one young man said to me in my local bar "you're working there tonight? 'ope you've got your stab proof vest"Speaking of police, i forgot to say, the other night, the Sunday last week when i wrote about the football idiots? We actually called the police down, because there was only two of us until later on. And the louts were getting lary, barstaff intimidated etc. They refused to come down! Exact words were. "it wouldn't be safe for us, theres only two of us" Jesus Christ!! there was two of us as well. We can handle ourselves but not against 20 plus football supporters. A real shocking display of pussy from the Po Po there. Or, perhaps not so shocking...
Anyway yeah last night was to be honest quite exciting. Nothing happened major at all. It was just nice to be in the hustle and bustle of a big booming club again. I hadn't been here since new year, so it was nice. Had to keep an eye on a group of beefing girls. One of them, light enough to be white, but mixed race grabbed my arm...
"Oi throw her out, i beg you throw her out. We aint doin nuffin right and she wants it"
I'd just walked through the middle of them. Didn't know what was going on. Bear in mind this wasn't a bar like i normally do, this was a massive club. Blue lights pulsing over hundreds upon hundreds of ravers. A solid mixture of black, Asian and white faces. Probably mostly black, it was Ragga, Hip Hop, and Dancehall night. I spoke breifly to the girls in question. The accused, a skeleton like looking black girl, with big bulbous eyes gave me some attitude. So i decided I'd lob her out first if i had to...but i didn't.
Apparently i missed a "code amber" which is an argument between two people, about to become a fight, getting heated sort of thing. Didn't suprise me as i couldn't hear my radio for shit to be honest. Not used to all that noise, got so settled in my nice bars etc. One lanky eastern European doorman had a moan at me twice telling me to hold my radio, so i will feel if it goes off. Then came over to gloat when i missed a code amber. Stay calm though..but hold on, we're all on the same team. Right?
This is why i don't really like switching from venue to venue, new door team, no sense of team at all. You're the new boy plonked there, and that's it. But a job is a job. Besides a small argument between two lads, which was seperated. Suprisingly, nothing kicked off at all.
I did enjoy it though, time flew, because your eyes are buzzing from head to head, like visual join the dots. And because it's the biggest club in my town, i saw a heap of people i knew. So i was having a chin wag every few minutes anyway.
I got a lovely dance with a girl from my old work who i had "the hots" for, for over a year. First time i actually got to feel the contours of her body, yeah, it felt as good as i imagined it might i can officially report. Shame this was a clothed experience. Something about that suit and that luminous SIA Badge. She would have never danced with me before...
Last night...
More drama drama, so i do my usual stint of working at what it thought was my regular little bar. And then off to the other place i'm now shoved. Now, this place is the biggest club in my town, no question. Not a bar, not a cafe a full fledged, down and dirty nightclub. Sweaty people. Lights. Four enourmous rooms, The whole kit.
I sign in as per usual, and being the new boy on the team smile uncomfortably at the very tight knit doorstaff. To be fair none are unfriendly, they've just all worked at the same venue, for about twenty thousand years, and having a new face bopping around...i dunno. Well, i may not be a new face to that team for much longer...more on that in a bit, first the nights dramas. Let's go.
I was pretty peed off to be plonked on the stairs. The downstairs section of the club is an over 21's area, so the kids have to have a special pass to get through. I was the gatekeeper. The proverbial, troll, on the bridge. I was pretty much doing this all night. Saw loads of girlies i know, as with yesterday, it's my town, and its the biggest club in my town. It goes without saying i'm gonna bump into a host of faces i recognise. Many of those same female faces, "prettied up" Having them run up to me like minature clockwork toys wound up, was an expierience of the most "enjoyable" kind.
Within about half an hour theres a code amber in an upstairs section of the club. I can't understand the polish doormen for the life of me. Add to that thumping music, several thousand people, and crackly radio...a hodgepodge. Code amber means = not a massive emergency but perhaps two people about to scrap or having a little tussle. Head doorman runs out toward me, through the crowd and asks me to follow him quick.
We barge through the masses up a very tight stairwell, this club is like thorpe park. We rush through everyone to excited woops etc. To find a poor girl on her back, in a mock school uniform, in a what seemed like unconcious state. Red lights bathed the whole scene, and worried faces gawped. There were about three doormen on the scene already. This looked to be some kind of epilectic fit or something, but not a fight or scuffle. Everything was in order, and the doorstaff there had it. This drummed into me i need some kind of first aid training. Serious. Back to the stairs for me...
After bumping into some more girly wurlies i knew, and looking directly, uncomfortably at the 6 foot 5 Dulph Lungren like doorman (one who moaded at me yesterday) across the stairs from me, who was guarding the smokers balcony, but not saying a word to me (new boy) there was some hectic frantic shouting over the radio i couldn't make out. Me and the doorman who replaced Dulph Lungren, a short but well build african dude both stood with our radios pinned to our ears. Next thing...poof, off the short dude went. Like someone had released the pent up elastic band that was holding the ol boy back.
I pounded through the crowd after him. The two Polish doormen were tackling a tall stocky guy who was swinging about like a lunatic, he gripped hold of a post to prevent being dragged out, i pulled his hand free and the two guys had this one, they took him down the stairs and out he went gone. Quite exciting...
Mr Incident number three was the most dramatic...cut to me running down the big stairwell type stairs to the entrance (this club is enourmous) to see a skinny dude with an accent, bald head, i will guess polish :-S pinned up against the wall, his eyes bulging like a phycopath. Fuming. I looked outside to see two of the other doorstaff pinning a guy to the floor who was struggling.
The police were already there with a big van parked right at the entrance like the night before. At our request, one copper cuffed and arrested the guy who was pinned to the wall...the copper looked about 14. It was almost embaressing to look at him. It was really uncomfortable. The guy explained in his accent...
"He hit one of girls i was with, so i hit back. I sorry"
Well, you can't say fairer than that really. But laws is laws, and as i write this, he will be chilling out in the nick.
And that was pretty much it, as i said, this club always has incidents. It's got a rep for being rough, but this is the job. If i get to used to things being easy and cushty...
So, the night ends, and we are all called for a meeting. I can't go into detail but in short, and to my suprise, i've been offered full time work at this club! No being carted off to work 50 miles up the motorway, no being dashed here and there. Full time work at a local club. But it's with a new company, and this would mean burning bridges i've made with my current company, who control the majority of the doors in my town. Its a risky choice but to be honest i've already made it. It would be permanent work, guaranteed in one venue. Something i've always wanted.
Now the club is rough, increased risks, but it's the job i'm in...until my music career takes off (hah) This is my line of work...descicions must be made by Monday. I'm not working on that night but there will be a meeting i'll attend...
I will be back tuesday night to type up all the goss.
