I must extend my middle finger to the security team of the London Astoria, who take the crown for being the biggest cabal of cunts I’ve come across in quite a while.
Fuck you very much for a wasted Saturday evening!
It seems standing in a lobby, out of the way of oncoming fellow punters at the Avenged Sevenfold gig, enquiring on the phone as to the whereabouts of my fellow gig-going friend constitutes a security threat.
It seems trying to ignore the burly fucker shouting in my ear whilst I talk on the phone constitutes a major disturbance requiring four security guards to swarm on me and eject me by force – Al Qaeda don’t get as warm a reception as that!
And to add injury to fucking insult they see fit to bar me from seeing the show I fucking paid for after I’d gone outside, met my friend and joined the queue.
And they accuse me of having a fucking “rude boy attitude” when I didn’t even do so much as swear at them; now, if I told them to fuck off when they interrupted me on the phone that would constitute a “rude boy attitude”; apparently, detaching myself from growling dickheads who see fit to shout my fucking ear off in the middle of a phone convo equates to the height of thuggishness – not at all like manhandling a non-violent concert-goer,huh? Double standardize much, you walking bags of human excrement?
Judging by the tears and protestations of a later ejectee, it seems having a “rude boy attitude” goes with the job – I mean, if twisting someone’s arm, forcing them into the toilet and slamming them face down on the ground doesn’t equate to thuggery…..
I know I can’t just let this bullshit slide – refund, or some form of redress, needs to make its way to me.
You know, I never really liked security guards due to their tendency to eyeball-fuck me whenever I walk into their vicinity, but this just takes antipathy to the next level….