When I got to the far end of the building I saw a pile of people in front of a desk manned by two ladies. I could not make any headway in this melee, so I slipped round the back of the desk and asked the lady for a form. She more or less told me to f@#k off back into the queue. That I did, but ten minutes later I was no further on, while a few dozen people with much pointier elbows than me had been seen to. I'm sorry, I just cannot do the marching obliviously to the front of the queue thing. I can't do the 'queue, what queue?' thing. And I certainly can't do the thing with the elbows.
I went round to the back of the desk again, and the woman once again told me to f@#k off. I was on the point of abandoning the whole business, really I was. I approached an official-type person for a little moan about the shambolic nature of it all. Somebody was passing by and gave me an invitation form. I should mention at this point that I have dozens of these invites from various companies. But I never realised how important these things could be, so they all went into the round file. Being given a freebie was slightly wonderful, all I had to do was tick a few boxes. And then get the witch to stamp it.
Gsaaah! Eventually I got to the front of the pile, and got my form stamped. Then I had to stand in a very long queue where operators retype the details from your form and print out your ID card. So I think it took less than an hour to get in. Is that a cause for celebration or what?