Of course, there are always two sides to every story. Yes, there is a breathalyser at the Sevens but it is only used on request by a patron. On request by a patron who challenges the view of a security guard who thinks you’re probably a bit drunk to enter a public place.
Yesterday a guy tried to enter the Sevens while clearly intoxicated. The guards thought he shouldn’t really join the crowd, he claimed to be sober and called for the measurement. He was, apparently, three times over the driving limit. And probably a real dick; not that there is a way of measuring that.
If you are three times over the limit, have behaved in a way to attract scrutiny from guards, and try to make out you’re sober than probably not a lot of people will want to sit close to you.
Probably most of those with him were also three times over the driving limit; you would imagine they had the same build-up.. But as the Mitchell Pearce issue has shown up; some people can get drunk, and others get drunk and turn into complete dickheads who then complain on the Tony Veitch Facebook page.
So complaining about the tired Fun Police theme is easy and lazy; how about thanking the Dickhead Police. And they are doing good work.