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Review: MB @ TIL (aka the last time I will ever go there)
At Cuzo's request, I am copying and pasting this directly from tribe. 
Dear Management,
I have a few things to say about my night at TIL that I hope you take into consideration when planning future nights.
Due to technical issues with my own DJ gig this evening, I was able to make it to TIL at approximately 1am in anticipation of hearing Montreal techno DJ Misstress Barbara. Upon arriving at the venue, I was treated to an army of police in place of a line up. After discerning that the club was, in fact, open, I asked what cover was (20) and proceeded inside.
I was greeted by a stout blonde who demanded I open my purse and my wallet. This fine young lady proceeded to do a "search" which involved digging her fingers underneath my bra, and tearing it away from my body, supposedly searching for illicit substances. While I appreciate the need to run a clean operation at This is London, I do not appreciate having my breasts essentially yanked out of my bra upon entering. It totally foils my outfit.
I noticed that it was not overly busy, which I assumed was because of the large number of people who probably vowed not to return after being squished like sardines last Friday. This was pleasing. However, by 1:30am I began to get a little nervous that the lady of honor might not show, as her set was due to start at 1am.
Finally at 1:45 Barbara graces the decks. Wearing the required dress shoes, I ached for a place to sit after not too long. I seated myself on an empty seat with a couple of other nice people, however, we were promptly asked to leave by the table manager. I did not notice that these chairs were near a particular bottle service table that was in use, nor were they used by ANYONE after we vacated them.
This prompted me to go to the bar, where I ordered a $6 G&T. After giving the bartender $7, I did not receive any change until I asked for it specifically. As I waited for my change, I watched one of your elite table service clients pack four straws into his pocket and head to the washroom.
I returned to the dancefloor where I met a few genuine Barbara fans, people who knew about the music and the DJ. This basically made my night. I remained on the dancefloor until about 3am when some guy attempted to talk to me by grabbing me by the back of my neck. It was also around this time that Barbara packed up her shit - after a whopping 90 minute set, if that.
At this time I decided to make my way to where some friends were to say goodbye. I stood in the same spot where I had stood earlier in the night, and within moments, a bouncer put both of his hands on my arm and asked me to step back. I asked where, exactly, and he pointed to a spot 5 feet away. I asked him to take his hands off of me and I moved to the requested location.
Within seconds another bouncer asked me to move to another spot, another 5 feet away. getting somewhat annoyed, I still complied, only to have a THIRD bouncer herd me to a spot on the dancefloor.
At this point, 4 different creeps had touched me in a 5 minute span and I decided it was best I leave before making a complete scene. As I exited the main area of the club, I paused on the stairs to dial a phone call - only to be herded again.
I really do not understand why such "crowd control" tactics are necessary when the club is not even at half capacity. Further, your staff may want to think a bit further about touching patrons who have done absolutely nothing confrontational.
Lastly, this one is for Barbara. For the love of all things that are good and holy, please do not ever play at this retarded club again. I hope you realized tonight what a joke it is for someone so established and who deserves the respect and acknowledgement that you do.
Sincerely,
That girl who won't even go to TIL for Barbara anymore. and that says a lot.
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jokes.. no...i like TIL.. but after last weekend.. I am going to think long and hard before the next time I go there... sorry to hear about your poor experience ive had two nights like that at TIL... horrid.. oh well.. what can you do..
