Passport line at LCY last night; one choke point, but then 3 desks handling all comers. Not a huge queue, just off one Quadrapuff, but I was about 1/4 from the front and this young Oriental lady swans past (Vuitton bag in hand, of course) to the front, and pushes in.
Then, as I'm 3 from the front, a large man (not Australian but rather from a cheesy mountainous land) comes down to the front, sees my furrowed brow and makes some excuse about there not being any WCs between gate and passport control... like most of the rest of us weren't in the same predicament!
