“Isn’t it refreshing to be phone free!” somebody shouts as we descend into the underbelly of Shaftesbury Avenue. It’s a thudding Friday night at Lost, London’s hottest club night in years, which has taken over the former Odeon Covent Garden. Our iPhones, sealed in magnet-locked pouches and slung across our bodies, won’t be accessible until we leave.
While the party has been hailed for offering a screen-free haven in an otherwise chronically online world, a friend turns up their nose at the enthusiastic clubgoer. “Really? I don’t notice — I hardly use my phone anymore,” she says, with a tone that said: “Oh dear, I’m with one of those people raised by an iPad.”
