Recently I went to a club in Kingston where the entrance was reminiscent of airport security. As I approached I noticed entry was not permitted until your ID had undergone scrutiny in seemingly space age technology. Beyond this were stacks of bowls in which you emptied your pockets and thereafter awaited a large metal detector with a horde of bouncers lying in wait behind. Even if it didn’t go off you were still frisked. Despite my best efforts to hide my chewing gum it was found and with a scowl and mutter thrown in a bin full of discarded tatter. However long this process seemed to take it did leave me feeling a whole lot safer once in the venue. With all the coverage in the news of people being stabbed in drunken arguments outside clubs I felt this club not only offered me bargain drinks but also peace at mind as well as a chewing gum free dance floor.
It does however show how the culture of the young has forced upon themselves routines that were previously unheard of or unnecessary. On the other hand I went to a venue in London where I saw no one getting frisked or searched. In my opinion this has to be standardised in a bid to give the middle finger to anyway who thinks they can get away with carrying a weapon (or indeed chewing gum).
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