First stop, hole in the wall.
We all know each other, but apart from Gemma in pink who doesn’t need cash, the others have managed to form a casual but polite queue behind the cashpoint. Fantastic queuing etiquette which, I warn you, we will soon flagrantly disregard. Next stop, The Plug.
As is standard in most clubs now, there are two queues to get in.
The barricaded queue for the hoi polloi.
And the more relaxed guestlist queue.
Traditionally, your name on the guestlist would guarantee a swift entry. But these days the guestlist itself has become another slow moving queue, just not as long.
Those with the advantage are the ones who don’t have to queue and are let straight in. Like us. It’s the reward for strong networking skills or knowing someone with them; Gemma.
That’s her blurry figure on the left, mwah mwahing with a very tall man while the masses are herded in behind.
Unfortunately the cloakroom queue makes mere mortals of us all. It is impenetrable with preference given to no one.