ABSTRACT
I am walking just outside Vodka Revolutions on the street and it’s packed – [people] everywhere either milling around, walking or in the queue which snakes out onto the street exposed to the elements. […] I join the back of the queue, it’s a heady mixture of chatter, taxis hooting, silk skirts, white shirts, aftershave and shivering skin. I see a few guys staggering from the front of Vodka Revs – lots of people look out of curiosity over to the bouncers who guard the entrance door like hawks. Clearly off their face [drunk] these two guys are helped on their way (rather forcefully) by the two burly bouncers. Two female students are stood in front of me clinging together arm in arm and are also looking at the guys leaving the venue. Two of their friends are in front of them, also arms linked, all wearing very high heels, shuffling ahead cautiously as the queue begins to move. One of them almost wobbles over and falls as the queue moves forward and the other one hoists her up, “don’t let go of me”, both giggle hysterically, “God I just want to get in” “come on come on I need a drink!” and I too just want to get in to the warm…and have a drink.
