Oh man I had a rough Friday night. I ended up near hyde park at 1:30am and for the first time since its inception, I got to see the lock-outs in action. What a mess. Punters grabbing coasters and banging on the doors of pubs begging to be let back in, groups of people sprinting around everywhere. Was a weird atmosphere. Then within minutes, out of nowhere two large groups of guys got into a huge punch-up on the street. It was crazy. They walked up to each other and I thought they were mates or something then they just started pelting each other. One of the friends of these guys then also went onto the road, and started calmly directing traffic around the fight. It’s great to know that road safety is still such a key priority when you’re getting your face smashed in. Realistically, I kind of get why they’re doing this. These are both groups of about 12-14 people, and not to be an asshole but based on their accents and use of Lonsdale clothing we can assume they live pretty far out and it would be near impossible for them to get home. And they now have nothing to do because of the lock-out.
If they just offered some improved transport and let these people continue to pursue ladies or whatever else they want to do then it’d be fine, but whatever this is the city I live in now apparently. My friends and I decided it was probs a good time to call it a day and all ordered separate Uber rides. For those who don’t know, Uber is like a taxi service, but all maintained via a phone app. My Uber fucked up though. It pinned the wrong position to pick me up, and then my guy got lost around the city. So my friends have now left at this point, I call my Uber driver, explain I’m on the corner of Elizabeth and Bathurst, which is just about as central / basic as you can get in Sydney, and then the group of people from before get into another fight with the police. They’re all smashing each other and yelling and shit, directly across the road from me. I look on my Uber app to track my driver and he is now driving down the wrong fucking way on Elizabeth St and texting me saying “where r u plzzzzzzzzz”. Jesus Christ. So I figure much like a year 7 relationship this isn’t going to work out well for me and just hop in a taxi to get the fuck out of this weird battle royale situation our government has voluntarily enforced upon us. I guess Barry O’Farrell’s plan to secretly turn Sydney into an RL Street Fighter 2 game is progressing well then. Cheers m8.
– Lonely Kids Club