There's nothing like a good queue to meet new people and renew old friendships... By the time we arrived at the front of the second queue (an hour after the half hour queue for a pint at the outside bar) Club X was packed and sweaty... So sweaty, in fact, that the camera lens kept fogging up... so sweaty that the dry clothes we'd found to put on after the afternoon's rain were immediately dripping.

Rather than battle the humidity your trusty REALBrighton photographer checked the camera in and enjoyed the scenery. What's the deal with the cat-litter room though? A bit bizarre to find a room full of gravel in a nightclub, but I guess it doesn't show the dirt?