There certainly seemed to be an attitude prevalent among the stewards that it was necessary for them to justify their heavy presence. Calling in the police served only to demonstrate their general incompetence. I was not impressed by having my energy drink confiscated. And I still don't understand why a plastic bottle cap is seen as a weapon of mass destruction.
Quite aside from blatantly lying to us that there would be no refreshments available, I still don't understand how a club their size couldn't set themselves up for e-ticketing, or at least card payments. All told, a rather dispiriting afternoon. At least my dodgy back didn't stop me getting up to the Three Pigeons. The Voodoo chocolate orange stout was the highlight of the day.