Well hallo bogspot land and all the little bloggers who live here, everyone have a good weekend? Hope so.
For my weekend I made my way over to Liverpool to go out with some friends at a good night spot called Liquidation, its 5 mins from the docks and is a really good night out. To start the night had a few drinks in Magull and then got the train in to Liverpool and made our way to liquidation, now this is where the story takes a twist so look out for it. After having many many drinks and spending most of my time on the dance floor the night started to come to an end, people went off getting their coats and alike, one of my friends was dancing the few remaining minuets he had left to the onlookers of the bar staff and one of the door staff due to his wonderful and unique way of dancing. Nothing strange here you see, this was until the member of the door staff through some sort of piece of plastic at my friend which to me looked like he was trying to be big and clever in fount of the bar team, this piece of plastic flew through the air and hit my friend on the side of his head with enough force to make him lose balance. Now at this point I was not a happy camper and despite what you may think in my drunken state I was calm, relaxed, not abusive and not angry, so in my calm, relaxed, not abusive and not angry state of mind I make my way over to the group of staff and asked the door man for his name or badge number as I was going to follow this up, as you may have expected he declined in a abusive way, so I turned to ask the members of the bar team who were there and this is where I get hit in the side of the head by his radio and then pushed back! Yes hit in the head! What a fuck whit! Now at this point there was 2 bigger door staff behind me taking me to the exit, I would like to point out that at that time I was still calm and relaxed and didn’t put up any struggle as it would have been useless.
So once outside I had a chat with the head door man who was not very help full and again didn’t want to give any names or badge number.
Now this door staff must be such a idiot or lucky enough that’s everyone he has picked on has not been as keen to see social justice as me because I promise you now I plan to rain a shit storm so big he will think twice about being big and clever again, So to start is a letter to the manager of the venue with every last detail, next is to contact the people who license door staff and make a complaint, next is a complaint to the local council from licensing to the health and safety executive and last but not least a complaint to the Liverpool police, Now please don’t think I will exaggerate the event or my injuries which are not severer and I don’t expect the police to have enough to go on for caution or conviction nor do I think I will get the justice I believe I'm entitled to which by the way would be me hitting him with a radio in front of his friends but this is so if anyone else has the same problem this will have been logged and action may be possible next time round. I also think one letter about this incident will just get put in a pile of other people who are not happy after being kicked out but after my letter should be other letters and phone calls from the other parties I have complained to which brings a real sense of severity.
And to be honest this didn’t spoil the night, nor the idiot spraying people in the face once outside or my girl friend losing her phone or forgetting her keys meaning waking her mum up at 4am to get in, with all this it was a good night.
