"Get out of the fucking taxi so I can fight you, or I'll fucking glass you right there" shouted the irate London-accented man to my friend Neil*.
Rewind two minutes and my latest new friends Louisa and Neil had decided, after leaving it far too late to get a taxi to El Divino before their guestlist closed, that the only possible way of getting there was to jump in the front of the 40-string queue at the taxi rank at the bottom of the West End strip in San An.
Hola de España, cheeky-cheekies!
"You cannot bring camera in here," barked the neo-Neanderthal bouncer in broken English.
"Whuh?" was my eloquently-phrased reply.
"You cannot bring camera in here. You from Tillatedotcom?"
"Err, no, I--"
"You cannot bring camera in here, then" repeated the droid.
It was at this point that my evening photographing the Clubland night - featuring A-list superstars Kelly Llorenna and Flip 'n Fill (hey, there's no sarcasm here) came to a sudden and unexpected halt.