Clubland Catastrophes

A month has passed since the holiday period ended and clubland has returned to normal for those who work and are frontline, to what is very abnormal to most.

It’s sad to say witnessing the evolution of violence from a standpoint both on the club doors I manage and inside all the premises this festive period meant Christmas Cheer was almost completely missing in Liverpool’s city centre club and bar world. Females as vicious as males, the older as violent as the younger with no morals and no boundaries. The police stressed, as over stretched as they are under resourced, meaning they were absent for the most part leaving my colleagues and me to mop up the mayhem left in the wake.

The many compassionate and honourable security staff members I work alongside and in close proximity to, virtuous family men and some women much like myself, all collectively sickened. Intervening in wild gang attacks on well dressed couples and lone individuals, some who had instigated their beatings, some just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Boxing night recently by far the worst night in Clubland I’ve experienced for some time, stabbings, terrible attacks on busy City Centre roads, numerous episodes inside the venues from the start to the finish of the shift after 6am in the morning. The Wild West wouldn’t be far of the mark set in 2017 Liverpool, sad as it is to report when our city’s renaissance elsewhere is so celebrated.

The worst of the incidents would you believe being after the clubs had let out at this time, with one of the main roads in Liverpool resembling a scene from a battle ground.

Again the courageous and compassionate people I work alongside having to intervene with me to prevent at least two potentially fatal attacks.

Knife crime has gone to new extremes in this City and is now to the point where it seems almost casual, to an observer like me quite alarmingly normal, with some of us becoming desensitised to it.

I know society from the many angles though earning my living for 25 years working in the most chaotic of environments. Door staff receive a raw deal and the perception, often by very inebriated people, is not a healthy one. Our role as professionals is to help and men like me pick their teams well these days.  As a result we are weeding out the bullies, the macho men and the wronguns.  Left with a majority of stoic, hardworking and caring people, who worry more and more for the safety of their customers.

Sadly the people we help hugely, although often very nice members of our society likely don’t remember too much or may be embarrassed to think of thanking us when they return to their normal states the day after.

So to the advice…if you’re ever in trouble in this City… Approach a Doorman or woman with courtesy and most will be more than happy to help you in any way they can. You can rely on them. You can trust them.