It would appear that my nice, calm weekend job is going to be somewhat different tonight. Firstly, the failed experiment from a couple of years ago is going to be repeated in an effort to make the business look more attractive. Which means that, once again, we’ll have less doormen than doors. Fantastic.
And secondly, some rubbish boy band from off of the nineties is going to be playing. Which is always worrying; current boy bands have enough mentalists in the audience, it’ll be considerably worse when the people in attendance are old enough to know better.
Actually, even at current bands, it’s the middle aged attendees that cause the hassle anyway. But still, these ones’ll have had a decade to get over their obsession, and haven’t. Which is sad, and the cause of the apprehension.