An exchange between an employee sitting by a lift and an exuberant young patron summed up the night.
“You have to wear dress shoes to get in.”
“Dress shoes next time.”
As we joined the young man to ascend to the Minq nightclub I thought again of TLA’s description of the casino as “the place where dreams go to die”. There are no standards. It is the pits. Not only do you lose the shirt off your back – you lose your bra cups. And they need to fix the taps.