In the grim club loos, I met two much younger boys who asked if I was enjoying the show. I said it was my favourite DJ but I had no way of seeing him from the far back of the crowd (I am a small woman). Suddenly, each boy took me by one of my arms, flanked either side, and then forcefully parted the sea of 500 aggressive youths (Moses style) in order to get me to the front of my favourite DJ’s set. Once they had deposited me directly in front of the DJ, they disappeared anonymously and wordlessly back into the crowd.