It all began when Coronation Street tackled the issue of illegal drugs, leaving it perfectly clear that it was society’s responsibility to help resolve the problem. Although I`m fairly certain that few nightclub managers had the time to keep up to “speed” (sorry) on this particular storyline.
Good nightclub managers would rather stand naked in Debenhams window, than let the public see their premises in less than pristine condition – and would never let the house lights be switched on until the last member of the public has left the building.
It`s a discipline that can be infectious, especially when working with a house proud manager, and is an essential quality towards maintaining standards.
So it follows that a good manager is a smartly dressed manager. Suits, smart and regularly cleaned help the ambassador side of the business, and leave a positive impression.
It therefore came as a huge shock to a young First Leisure manager when he went to collect his suit from Sketchleys, and was subsequently locked in the cells Doncaster Police for eight hours.
After watching Coronation Street, the ladies working in the cleaners had found a small packet of white powder in the top pocket on his jacket, so the police were called.
Nightclub manager, drugs in pocket – guilty as charged.
Things were looking bad, not only on the prosecution front, but the manager`s wife was now on the war-path. He had gone to collect his suit, and disappeared. She had arranged babysitters so they could have a special night out together.
The day was saved when the custody sergeant`s shift changed.
He had previously worked in the pub and club licensing department at Doncaster, where his prisoner had been a highly respected club manager.
No case to answer, even with drugs in pocket – not guilty – no charge.
With his integrity intact, and very much wiser, the young manager still continued to remove anything that would spoil the pristine appearance of his club – but he made certain that even the smallest of packet of white powder stayed out of the top pocket of his suit jacket.
After all he would rather have stood in Debenhams window that let his standards slip.