Unlike the boys of Manto's, a new, rather shiny crowd has already descended to watch the music videos on plasma screens that are mixed with the brightest pink light boxes imaginable. Waiting to be served, however, was a bit like catching a bus during a Tube strike: you wade through crowds of overly warm boys with the thought that you could handle the job much better yourself. And there's no room here to hide in the shadows as the lighting is clearly not designed for the faint at heart - these boys are here to be seen and under these lights every neatly sculptured hair is on parade.