I was with Karen at Wimbledon AFC the other day. They were celebrating a promotion at the end of the season, and the bar was hugely busy -- like 30 mins to get served.
And, to my amazement, they formed a queue to get served. I mean, I know we Brits believe in queueing, but at the bar it's just not done. I don't think I've ever seen a queue at a bar before.
Traditionally the bar staff should know, and there's a lot of "no, you were first" and this kind of thing, but no straight line of people at ninety degrees to the bar. It was necessary though, and I guess the huge positive atmosphere and bonding in the room made it work. Certain disreputable types just joined the bar at the front of the queue, of course. . . .
