car park attendant - newcastle university
I loaded up a BIG van full of stage stuff, amps, speakers, drapes, lights, etc. for a rave at the Uni.

get to the car park round the back, gatekeeper announces 'ya cannit come in heeeya, like' I reply 'it's for the rave tonight', gatekeeper replies 'divvent get stroppy wi me, like'

quite how 'it's for the rave tonight' could be considered stroppy is beyond me but he'd decided his gatekeeper role had to be played out in the fashion of a 1970's trade unionist work to rule stylee and proceeded to do so.

cue about 30 mins of 'so how do I get in ?' 'you need a pass' 'where do I get a pass from' in tha office,like' 'where's the office?' in there but you need a pass to pork before I can let ya in, like'

eventually, I abandoned the van and walked in to get a pass to allow me to unload and according to office staff NO SUCH PASS EXISTED !!!

I walked back to get my BIG van and ignored the now apopoplectic car park attendent and just drove to a suitable unloading area.

all in it took me about 30 minutes to travel 60 yards.

I'll save the tale about the jobsworth in the uni who followed me round for 20 mins saying 'nay staples in wor walls, like, aareeet, am watchin' ya' for later.
(sham-il-eer-tak-tak noes better but still can't give a fuck at, Thu 12 May 2005, 10:49, Reply)