Show No Fear: A Bouncer's Diary by Bill Carson Page A

with his own unique brand of Door supervising. Nut first and ask questions later. I must admit there are a few undesirable characters in and definitely some that I have barred in the past, time for a bit of scumbag cleansing. One guy was a dealer that I had barred two years ago, he must have been waiting for me to have a night off so he could ply his trade again, he was a very strange character. Black and of medium build, he looked like he was trapped in a 70’s time warp complete with flares and a large brimmed hat plus shades of course. I remember a couple of year’s back he would try all kinds of variations of what he was wearing to gain access.
He was very compliant and left immediately he knew we were not going to fuck around with him. I have no time for drug dealers they are near the lowest of the low the absolute dregs of society as far as I’m concerned.
Jo comes out to the front doors where Pete and I are and informs us that a known dealer
is on the premises she tells us that someone from the drugs squad wanted to have a word with him, she gets a call from the drugs squad saying that they are very busy and will pick him up another time but meanwhile they want us to leave him alone and we are not to touch him, yeah right. Pete and I look at each other and without a word we make our way over to our friendly neighbourhood drug dealer; he was a small thin black guy with shoulder length dread locks, which contained a veriety of small coloured beads. He wasn’t alone he had three associates with him two large black fella’s who were both about the same size as me and a young white guy who thought he was the daddy.
We manage to separate the dealer from his companions and take him into the gents where we tell him that he is leaving; he was more than a little nervous now that he had been separated from his minders. He was visibly shaking as Pete put his boot to the bottom of the door to stop anyone coming in; we did put the frighteners on him a bit though, he thought we were going to give him a kicking I don’t know why? It was probably the way I was holding him by the throat that gave him the idea. But we didn’t, all we wanted to do was to get them out of our club. I pushed him over to the urinal trough and told him that we didn’t want scumbags like him on the premises and he is to leave immediately. And he is not to go over to his companions but just to go straight to the main exit. He agreed and on leaving the gents he quickly makes his way over to his mates. I was right behind him; I thought that he might seek the sanctuary of his friends, after all how can you trust the word of a scummy drug dealer? He doesn’t quite make it. I grab him around the neck from behind with one arm and with the other I grab his dread locks and drag him backwards through the crowd and throw him out and down onto the pavement. His mates are following right behind trying to rescue him; Pete is pushing and shoving them out of the main exit. All of them have been ejected and are now giving it big style; they were all making that stupid sucking of the teeth noise and gesturing with their hands mimicking the using of pistols. Threats of reprisals are coming thick and fast mainly from the younger white lad, apparently he’s going to go home and come back to shoot us all later on. After about five minutes I had started to lose it, basically I’d had enough of their bullshit. With fists clenched I step outside and confront them, shit or bust lets have some I thought; and now they have the opportunity to carry out their threats. I walk right up to them and shout -
“Come on then let’s fucking do it!”
I wanted one of them to make a forward move but just like a lot of these types of incidents when it came down to it none of them decided to accept my offer, they were all mouth and no bottle. They all backed down and walked away.
I shouldn’t of gone outside of the club, our job was done they were out so no need to get involved any