And then they leave. Out into the freezing morning air. Sweat causing clothes to cling and Steam to rise into the overcast sky.
Ears ring as flyers are absently accepted. Gum is vigorously chewed, it's flavour now a distant memory.
Small groups make their way to cars and coaches in the ever present drizzle.
Last night, here, was the centre of the universe. Very soon it will be again.