This time, we agreed to meet my parents at Westfield’s. We
came out of the park and made our way up to the station with the crowd. That is
where we went inside Westfield’s the previous night (1 AM) to get the lift up
to Car Park C, Level 1. However, when I explained to a security guard, he
didn’t grasp that and just told us the shopping centre was closed, telling us
to go over the bridge. This was ridiculous, as we’d be stuck on the other side
of the railway line. Onlookers were shouting “just let him through, he’s in a
wheelchair” but the bloke obviously didn’t have common sense.
I was bubbling over and nearly got arrested (I had the urge
to smash a window). Then, one of his supervisors came and tried to fob me off
with nonsense about health and safety. He was weak and couldn’t handle it so
ran off. He came back hiding behind Martin Jackson, his suited manager. I
explained my frustrations but he came back by telling me Car Park C was on the
ground floor. It wasn’t. I told him so and that he was patronising me by
suggesting I got it wrong. He proceeded to take the moral high ground and
belittle me further. I told Gavin to push me away before I got violent.
We walked for 30 seconds and were finally let in the centre
at a different entrance, no questions asked. This proved the idiocy of Martin
Jackson and his cronies because people were allowed free roam of the complex so
they could’ve easily let us in. We took the lift up to the first floor and met
our parents, who we had been communicating with during the whole stressful
period.
Even when I think about it now, my heart begins to race and
I get so angry at the absolute jobsworths. They are just vile human beings who
put a downer on the festival. I need to forget and move on because everytime I
think about it, I want to cry. Hopefully, blogging about it has released most
of the tension and I can get back to writing about my holiday tomorrow.
On a lighter subject, Gavin and I wore ‘Wheelchair Boy’ and
‘Little Brother’ T-Shirts at the festival. They got a positive reception and
caught people’s attention so I’m glad I bought them. Made people laugh and it
might result in more readers. Unfortunately, we’re going to have to bin them
because they’re now stained from the smog.
Bye for now!
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