I experienced something similiar trying to gain entrance to IKON in bas vegas
it was a good few years ago now and it was a rare night that actually allowed trainers in the dress code. so I put on my favourite pair of dark brown Nike air force one 'premium' trainers which are made from some fancy kind of fancy soft italian leather instead of the normal shite. asides from the light brown rubber on the side of the sole you'd never know they were even trainers. but despite that they still look pretty smart (for trainers) anyways.

I queue up quite happily chatting to my mates, until I get to the door and the Thug du Jour puts his hand on my chest and says... "oi mate, lift up them jeans" (I was wearing particularly loose fitting jeans and as such you could only see the toe portion of my trainers stick out from under them). I oblige as refusal often offends and get told... "sorry mate, can't come in you've got trainers on". "erm we're allowed to wear trainers tonight" i reply and it's then at this point he either remembered he was being an idiot but didnt want to admit his mistake or he just really didn't want me sullying his club full of my trendy clothed over-aftershaved basildionian peers with my presence but I was genuinely taken aback at his response "yer well you ain't got the right type of trainers on, they're nike... we only let people in wearing stuff like k-swiss or sumfing".

I was truly feeling down-hearted as I was ejected from the queue and watched the rest of my pals enter the wondrous temple of dancing, alcopops and essex girls. so dejected I just walked 30 yards to the doors of the other club on the strip called 'Diva', whereupon I strolled straight in through the doors where the nice doorman welcomed me with a cheery, 'have a nice evening fella'. I pay my money and walk in, grab a drink from the deserted bar then pop straight through the doors that join the two clubs inside to find my mates have only just got past the queue to pay to get in, whereas I have a drink in one hand and a stamp on my other to allow me to come and go into the other quieter club as i please. something you can't do if you come in through IKON.

still it's all in the past now... I live in london and here there's infinite more choice and any club that doesn't let you wear what you feel comfortable in is a clear indicator that you shouldn't go in because it's either a) shite b) full of prententious tossers or c) both of the above
( HatBeard, Sun 22 Feb 2009, 16:07, Reply)