Well what a day Friday was... 
Well goin to club oNyx was a plan that should have been so easy. But instead I ended up being a doorman 
(for a bit). Asking some random people for I.D. was quite wierd, because usually it's me getting asked, but I also realised how hard it is being a doorman.
You have to put up with all the chavved-up, drunken, wierd losers in Leicester. So next time I argue with a bouncer I'll remember my time as one 
"Yeah Right!!!"