Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bouncer in Dalkeith is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. You never know what’s comin’ next. So, I roll into work at The Kings, right? It’s on the High Street, and lemme tell ya, that place gets wild.
First off, it’s a dreary morning. Rain’s pouring like it’s tryin’ to drown us all. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But hey, I’m a bouncer, I can handle it. I grab a coffee from that wee café on the corner of St. Andrew Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ it, and it’s like a warm hug.
Then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “You won’t believe what happened last night!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m at work. Spill it!” Turns out, some guy tried to sneak in with a fake ID. Classic move, right? But this dude was so obvious. I mean, who uses a pic from 10 years ago?
Anyway, I get to The Kings, and it’s already packed. I’m standin’ at the door, lookin’ tough, but inside I’m just hopin’ no one tries to start anything. You know how it is. The crowd’s a mix of locals and some rowdy students from Edinburgh. They think they own the place.
Around 8 PM, things start heatin’ up. A group of lads from the other side of town, you know, the ones from the Dalkeith area near the old railway station? They’re gettin’ rowdy. I can hear ‘em shoutin’ about football. Typical, right? But then, one of ‘em spills his drink all over some poor lass. She’s fumin’. I’m like, “Here we go.”
I step in, and I’m like, “Oi! Chill out, mate!” But this guy, he’s not havin’ it. He starts shoutin’ back, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But then, outta nowhere, his mate pulls him back. “Nah, man, don’t mess with the bouncer.” I’m like, “Smart choice, buddy.”
Then, just when I think it’s calmed down, I spot a couple of girls tryin’ to sneak in through the back. I’m like, “Not today, ladies.” I walk over, and they’re all giggles and flirty. I’m like, “C’mon, you know the rules.” But they’re persistent. I can’t help but laugh.
Later, I take a breather outside. The rain’s stopped, and the sky’s clearin’ up. I can see the old Dalkeith Palace in the distance. It’s kinda beautiful, you know? Makes you forget the chaos for a sec. I’m thinkin’ about how this town’s got its charm, even with all the madness.
Back inside, the vibe’s shifted. The music’s pumpin’, and people are dancin’. I’m feelin’ good, but then I see a fight breakin’ out near the bar. Ugh! I rush over, and it’s two blokes throwin’ punches. I grab one by the collar and pull him away. “What’s wrong with you, mate?”
He’s all like, “He started it!” I’m like, “Doesn’t matter. You’re both out.” I kick ‘em out, and they’re shoutin’ all the way down the street. I’m just glad it didn’t escalate.
As the night goes on, I’m laughin’ with the staff, and we’re all just tryin’ to survive the madness. I even get a cheeky pint from the bar. Gotta love the perks, right?
By the end of the night, I’m knackered. I step outside for some fresh air, and it’s quiet. The streets of Dalkeith are empty, and I can hear the distant sound of a train. I think about how crazy the night was, but also how much I love this job.
Yeah, it’s intense, but it’s home. And that’s a wrap on my day as a bouncer in Dalkeith. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!