A sea of people crowd the dancefloor, their arms and legs moving wildly in time with the music. Sparkly outfits shimmer in the flashing club lights, hair whips around, heads lean in together straining to hear each other against the DJ.
A woman carries a round of drinks from the bar to her group of friends and they cheer at her arrival. It’s a classic club night in the West End. Except it’s not, because it’s 3pm.
