I didn't want to spoil brb's Christmas thread - so I'll put this non-football stuff here. first the incompetence The incompetence of the Gills ticket office was no match for the sheer stupidity by the Birmingham stewards - but - at least it was 'only' incompetence ! Yet again ( MANY times to date ), they failed to record requests by fans, to be put on the list of passengers for the Official Supporters coach.This AGAIN resulted in Peter Lloyd not receiving ALL of the names - so that he could organise the coach(es) required. Yet AGAIN, yesterday, Mr.Lloyd was put in an embarrassing position - by the Ticket Office, of having to tell some fans that they could not get on the coach ........... will the ticket office staff ever learn ? I did try to help Peter Lloyd (( I should have stayed behind ! )). I suggested that the only fair way to decide who gets a seat on the coach was to have a game of [[ reverse style ]] musical chairs............... see - I can 'do' stupid (( but it still didn't beat the stupidity by the Hi Vizzers at St.Andrews )) So - here's the stupid bit At Birmingham the Gills fans were searched before entering the ground ( normal ). The fans had to enter by the Away section ( obvious ). At the turnstile, the fans had to produce their ticket for inspection and scanning ( again - obvious ). The fans then were greeted by two stewards at the bottom of [ the first set of ] concrete steps - leading to the Away stand - and were directed up the steps - and told to "sit anywhere" ( helpful ). I made my way into the seating area - and went to the end of the row ( to be nearer the middle ). I was now directly next to the next vomitorium (( where fans enter and exit the stand )). This point was being 'guarded' by two of Mr.Jobsworth's nephews. Their combined age was no more than 30 -- triple (and more) than their I.Q. They were asking Gills fans to produce their tickets !!!!!! I looked over to other vomitoriums ( both in the Away and Home sections of the ground ), NO OTHER steward was making the same STUPID request ). At this point I couldn't help myself - I just HAD to ask the obvious question " WHY ? -- So, I posed it - politely ( I didn't want to scare them with commonsense ! ). The chaps looked at me - then looked at each other - then just looked at me -- before stopping more fans to inspect their ticket. I spoke to them again - I said "Well, I know that you speak English - or at least you know how to say; " can I see your ticket", do you know any other words? I asked you for your reason for wanting to see tickets - NO other steward in the ground is asking to see them. Look over there, your colleagues are not bothering with your nonsense - we're all Gills fans - we couldn't get to THIS point without a ticket -- the senior stewards told us to sit anywhere - so WHY are you making a ridiculous request ?" I shouldn't have be surprised when the boys just ignored me ---------- but THAT was probably more of an insult than their stupid request to inspect tickets -- THAT was treating me as if I was an idiot (( I might be a fool - but I'm not stupid )). I just felt like I was a sheep being harassed by a dog........... I had to give up - I was just talking to myself !! There were a LOT of stewards at the game - but - it was easy to spot their Chief - a chap who strutted around (( almost goose stepping )) as he went from one subordinate to another to give his orders ( although he seemed to take much more time with the young girls -- a quarter of his age ). He had to make his presence known. Mr. Jobsworth made sure that each of his slaves moved precisely one foot to the left - or right - just because he could say so................ and he didn't leave out the 'articulate' boys in charge of ticket inspection.....Mr. Jobsworth walked up to these clueless chaps. He had an expression on his face that indicated he was chewing a wasp. He was mildly angry with them. He physically took hold of one of them and pulled him -- precisely one foot to the left !! The other boy looked like a frightened lamb and quickly replicated his colleagues move - before Mr.Jobsworth could lay a hand on him. Mr.Jobsworth told the chaps " I want you to stand here, not there ". He then rambled on ( for a lot longer than this post ), before leaving the boys too frightened to move from their new spot. At this point I again spoke to the boys. I said " I owe you two an apology. When I spoke to you earlier, I didn't realise that your ability to hear or speak had already been numbed. I should have realised that you too are mere sheep " (( not that they understood me )). I am NOT a sheep ! Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
If i was into video blogging, which im not, it would have to be a season long one in the idiocy of stewards. Two camels style....if members remember them write ups.
