I headed along to the Laughter Lounge last night in an effort to cure what I can only hope is PMS and not some kind of personality disorder, and also because I got a mail from them a fortnight ago offering me a special deal on tickets for the show. I wasn't in form for it at all (I haven't been in form for anything all week so far) but I figured that a comedy gig could only cheer me up, right? Wrong. I came home in such a bad mood that I gave myself a headache.
Myself and the lady of the house arrived at the door at 7.55 for an 8.30 show only to be told we weren't getting in because we were late. It seems that anyone who booked tickets online got an email advising them of an 8.30 start but the gig was in full swing already. There were 6 people behind us who looked as dismayed as we did but some budgie with a clipboard had a word with the bouncers, told us (in no uncertain terms) to put our coats in the cloakroom and then herded us down the stairs as if we were bold children. There's nothing worse than trooping in late to a stand-up gig, except perhaps when there are 8 of you and there are no seats left. We formed an inconspicuous huddle down the back until the clipboard budgie swooped in again, this time looking positively pissed off. "I'll have to put you in the back" she hissed. "It's being recorded and this looks really bad". She pointed to a curtain and ushered us in behind it to a small room behind the bar where we got to watch the gig on telly. With a time delay.
I was incensed. We decided to leave during the interval and discovered a fine crowd outside who had also turned up for an 8.30 kick-off and been told to fuck off, at least until half time. There were no apologies made, there was no acknowledgement of the mistake made in the email and apart from the lovely girl manning the cloakroom the rest of the staff were rude.
Not a night out I'd recommend.
Myself and the lady of the house arrived at the door at 7.55 for an 8.30 show only to be told we weren't getting in because we were late. It seems that anyone who booked tickets online got an email advising them of an 8.30 start but the gig was in full swing already. There were 6 people behind us who looked as dismayed as we did but some budgie with a clipboard had a word with the bouncers, told us (in no uncertain terms) to put our coats in the cloakroom and then herded us down the stairs as if we were bold children. There's nothing worse than trooping in late to a stand-up gig, except perhaps when there are 8 of you and there are no seats left. We formed an inconspicuous huddle down the back until the clipboard budgie swooped in again, this time looking positively pissed off. "I'll have to put you in the back" she hissed. "It's being recorded and this looks really bad". She pointed to a curtain and ushered us in behind it to a small room behind the bar where we got to watch the gig on telly. With a time delay.
I was incensed. We decided to leave during the interval and discovered a fine crowd outside who had also turned up for an 8.30 kick-off and been told to fuck off, at least until half time. There were no apologies made, there was no acknowledgement of the mistake made in the email and apart from the lovely girl manning the cloakroom the rest of the staff were rude.
Not a night out I'd recommend.
