here's how it happened. after a great night out with the ex and her friends, i stopped in at the shithole known as the vineyard as there was a band on and i wasn't ready to go home. i'd had a few drinks as per usual. the band was beki and the bullets i think. they rocked. when they finished, i went across the road to get some more money out and go back to get a post gig drink. the fuckhead bouncer decides i can't come in. i asked why. no response as they were moving chairs around. i tried to walk in again. "you're not coming in. we're full". 3 girls passed me and went into the bar. i asked again why i couldn't come in. "because you're annoying" was the response. so i stood my ground OUTSIDE the bar and just kept questioning why. i was told to "fuck off" many times. i bouncer goes inside and lo and behold, two cops come out. the short, angry one starts in on me "go home mate, you can't come in". "but i haven't done anything. i'm not doing anything, i want to go in". the two cops are in my face. short, angry man grabs my arm and pinches under the bicep. a pretty good technique. i don't struggle, but continue to state that i've done nothing wrong. "go home mate, you're not welcome here!". i was fuming. i went down to the daulton, which was MORE than welcoming. i unloaded my grief to a poor, unsuspecting scotsman. he told me it's cool, it's a shithole and it's not worth it. i'm in agreeance to a point. he calmed me down a little, but i think it was too late. so i went down there again. the vineyard was closing, but the two bouncers spotted me again and again told me to fuck off. so i heads home, take a look at the massive bruise which has come up on my bicep. i was pissed off. i hightailed it to st.kilda police station. nobody at the desk. a constable appears from behind the mirrored window, looking bothered. "yes?" he says. i made my complaint of abuse by the other two cops from the bar and showed him my bruise. "i can't help you mate. what did you do?". nothing i told him. "well i can't do anything for you". "do you want me do get my supervisor?". i told him yes. he disappears behind the window, 10 seconds later angry, bald sargeant comes around. he looks at me as if i'm a criminal, trying to stare me down."what do you want? i'm busy". it was almost 4 in the morning. i stood my ground with him too, and calmly told him the same story. he defended his boys and apparantly the rights of bars is that they can refuse entry to whomever they want, as was his explanation. i apologised for wasting his time and left.

so if a bouncer just doesn't like you, he might not let you in. that's fucked. lesson learned though:

*the vineyard is a stupid shithole run by arrogant, rude, brainless fucks.

*the cops stand by each other and don't want to listen to the public

*short, angry man disease is alive and well.

the cops want to start a political party. i believe the quote from last night's news was "i believe the public will embrace our political party because it's a matter of trust". i don't trust the cops. i don't trust politicians. you do the math.