Or “How not to do an opening party”.
So we get invitations for some sort of opening party for the imaginatively named “Cheers” pub which is above Carnegies. My mate, who apparently knows the guy who runs the place, has six invitations. Free bar, nicely printed up invitation, starts at 9:00.
Five of us roll up on the Friday night, invitations in hand, walk all the way up the steel fire-escape style stairway to the door. There’s a few young looking staff on the door, and you can see inside, looks all right and not too bust, good.
But we can’t get in. Not allowed in because they’re “full”. Now the staff who are saying this are at the same time letting loads of Far More Important People Than Us into the place. I waited for about four minutes and watched a good twenty people allowed in past the fools standing queued at the door.
The staff were fairly rude, utterly uninterested in anything other than their own importance, and I just threw my worthless invitation down on the table and walked away. The rest of my party followed suit after braving it out for another few minutes. On the way down I noticed a rather large queue of fellow deluded fools waiting to get in.
What is the point of printing up invitations to a bloody party if you aren’t going to let the bloody people in? Anyway, “Cheers” for fucking me about and making me feel like a twat. I now have a fairly clear idea of your attitude to your “customers”.
The people you had on the door on Friday were some of the most snotty-nosed up-their-own-arses little oiks I have ever come across. It made my skin crawl to watch them, they were like little kids in their parents’ clothes. They knew that they were the most important people in the place, and how tedious it must have been for them to lower themselves to deal with “customers”. It’s just been a long time since I’ve seen such snobbery. And by the way, I didn’t get into an exchange with them. I never spoke a single word to any of the staff there.
I presume the reason for the two tier system is to inflate the egos of those selected to get in and create an impression of desirability for the premises, but if people are going to get treated like cattle at your opening night party then they’re not likely to turn up again are they?
What a pointless and rather bemusing waste of time. Obviously we all went to Carnegies and spent a fortune on vodka red bull.
