Clubs are mostly dead, IMO, due to the expense and the fact you can't even talk to someone. Add to that nasty security on a power trip.
Much prefer late bars and pubs. Part of that is just getting old though...
Security is pussycat stuff these days, in that there's no money in door supervision anymore. Maybe that means those who ARE still in the game are in it for their personality disorder.
https://www.regencysecurity.co.uk/latest-news/08/2017/40-drop-license-renewals/
40% Drop In License Renewals…
August 22, 2017 (Posted 2 years ago) •
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I did door work when I was at uni and beyond (from 2005 - 2011). It was £10 ph base rate for your bars and pubs, usually £12 ph for clubs, which was big dosh for a student up north at the time.
For a giggle I got a new license in 2016 and did a few nights. Not only has the pay not increased in line with inflation, it's sometimes gone down to £9.50 ph. Furthermore, it's been gamified so that anyone working the doors pays £x admin fee to receive their fortnightly pay and they have to buy bits and pieces of uniform off their company at rather inflated rates. They also get harrassed now on Whatsapp constantly by area managers and also to have training at the employee's cost.
Regency Security is a fine example of all that is wrong with it. I went through their financials - CEO claimed a salary of £14k pa, except he got a multimillion pound bonus for the year. Nice tax dodge!
The SIA licensing authority and DWP are now in lock step as well to ensure cheap labour gets handed SIA licenses, so as to become part of the nothing precariat economy with salaries deductible from Universal Credit. Back in 2005 getting a license was a big decision and potential risk, where those interested decided on if the danger money was worth it. Now everyone on the dole is potentially given one for free, enabling high turn over and rock bottom wages, gamified so as to even go below the national minimum wage thanks to admin fees and all sorts.
Going by the doorman's situation, the night out is dying. I do miss it at times back in the old days - pulled some of the fittest girls I ever met in my life during that time and, despite a lot of jostling, can't say I ever really had to clatter anyone. Good times. Amazing how quickly times fly by, far quicker than deterioration of your looks and body apparently; the change in times renders everything we got used to/adapted to less than 10 years ago utterly obsolete.