I bloody told him not to wear those yellow lurex hipster flares, but oh no! Turns a steward on big time and then wants to scratch his eyes out for "thrusting his pelvis at him" in a rude and lude fashion. Managed to worm his way back in by convincing some poor bugger at the turnstiles he was part on the 'BFC Belles' our marionettes. Lucky bloke if you ask me.