The appalling standard of some security staff in Canberra has been well documented on this site. Despite the fact most patrons of Shooters probably deserve an uppercut, there was little doubt in my mind that an incident I witnessed on Saturday night was one of the worst I’ve ever seen…
Standing on the footpath outside the Phoenix on Saturday night, I heard the ‘dickhead alarm’ go off at Shooters. If you’ve ever witnessed the dickhead alarm, it’s this wonderfully piercing buzzer that pre-empts the bouncers’ violent ejection of a filthy patron onto the equally filthy asphalt outside of the even filthier venue. My rubbernecking tendencies kicked in and I hung around for the show which turned out to be pretty tame – One bloke kicked out and his mates following him out shortly after.
One of the ejectee’s mates was standing next to me as I watched a nasty looking bloke with a security badge skirt around the outside of the crowd and hide behind one of the white poles outside the club. He stood there patiently for thirty seconds, stalking the ejectee’s mate, before launching himself out of hiding and delivering a beautifully vicious right hook to the unsuspecting blokes jaw. Best king hit I’ve ever seen. Knocked him out instantly and the sick thud of old mates skull hitting the pavement left me feeling queasy. Once he’d delivered his rough brand of justice, he disappeared back upstairs leaving me to roll the poor bastard over and check for signs of life. He was out for a long time and his mates came and took over the resuscitation attempts. I left them to pick up the pieces and went back into the friendly warmth of the Phoenix to sup a pint contemplate the thuggery I’d just witnessed. Hopefully the lad that copped it only has a sore head to show for it today – it’s been a few years since someone died outside a Civic club from a punch to the head, but obviously the next one isn’t going to be too far away.
I didn’t see any police during the incident although I expect they would have been about as much use as a tit on an apple.