I was there on Saturday night for the Stones gig. I've been before, of course, two years ago when the Bulls failed to turn up against Stains. Those who know the place call it a soulless concrete mausoleum, and they're not wrong. However, the reason for this particular rant is a bit different.
When Mrs D. booked the tickets she was assured there are lifts to get you up to the top deck, which is where our seats were. We'd noticed these lifts on our previous visit, but didn't need them at that time. Since then Mrs D. has developed angina and can't do steps or steep slopes. In fact she was hospitalised with it only two weeks ago, so she's not too good. So when we approached one of the Twickenham 'customer service' people, we were not amused to be told that the lifts are only for use by those more fortunate beings who inhabit the hospitality suites. There is wheelchair access to ground level, but if you have a disability which doesn't confine you to a wheelchair, it seems you're buggered.
Ater asking several people, including the enquiry office, we were told 'you'll just have to use the stairs.' And so we did, taking about twenty minutes in total, stopping for rests on each landing. Very impressed I can tell you.
It made me wonder what would happen if somebody had a serious accident, or for example a heart attack, on the top deck. My guess is that they'd be allowed through the hospitality suites to the lifts. Or possibly, left to die. Otherwise, if you're merely disabled, you're not permitted to mix with the superior lifeforms in hospitality. Nice to know the Yawnion hierarchy still has its priorities right.
By the way, the gig was fantastic.
