Dispatches from a north London door girl.

Customer 1: Do you have to pay to get in tonight?
Door girl: Yes. That'll be four pounds please.
Customer 2: Wait- babe, are we sure we want to go here? It sounds like punk.
C1: Hmm. Do you want to go somewhere else?
C2: It sounds like punk.
C1: Hey, excuse me, what kind of night is it tonight?
DG: It's a Britpop night. 90s music. Pulp, Suede, Blur, that kind of thing.
C2: Not punk?
DG: If they do play any punk, then they're going majorly off-remit! But no, this is definitely a 90s britpop night. I think the DJs are generally happy to take reasonable requests, too.
C1: Ok, we'll stay here. Here's 4 pounds.
DG: Thanks. Have fun guys!

(45 minutes later)
C1: Hey, can collect our coats?
DG: Oh, leaving so soon?
C2: It wasn't what we were expecting.
DG: What were you expecting?
C2:Northern soul. Don't you guys usually have a northern soul night here on Fridays?