Bouncers
Living in a particularly chavvy (chors we call em) town but haveing a decidedly non chavvy accent due to lots of travelling and having scottish parents who actually talk to me, I am continually asstounded by bouncers in my home town.
Que me and friend - decently attired. Him in a smart jacket, jeans, nice shirt and shoes, me in jeans, brown smart/casual shoes and a rather posh looking rugby shirt that I gained from Cowes Race week last year.
We had been out for some beers and decided to goto the crappiest yet funniest and most enjoyable club in Hartlepool. Nexus.
We wander up to the door and theres a que. Fine. The bouncer wanders along the line pulling out drunk/underage chavs who are swearing all the time etc. he stops by me and says "Cant let you in wearing that mate.." "wearing what" replies I.
He points to a sign saying "No Sportswear"
I spent a moment looking from side to side taking in the sea of porno tashes, stripy burton shirts and burbury and say "you are joking arnt you?!"
bouncer apologised and said "more than my jobs worth, sorry"
at this point I suddenly realised just how rediculous this situation was and laughed in his face. Thus making him rather angry.
quite an impressive bit of idiocity for this club, especially as it boasts its "alternative" tendancies.
( Nostrebor can't be everything all the time., Thu 12 May 2005, 12:25, Reply)