Like a 1950s freeway billboard, I shout, “Move east! Friendly neighbours, Olympic villages, and clubs galore!” The shift east of Whitechapel is marked by a rise in non-poncey, no-frills 24 hours warehouse clubs popping up left, right and centre.

The Alhambra, a four-storey former bonded warehouse with double-height floors supported on beautiful iron columns, is one of them. Legal requirements may occasionally dictate strange membership policies and sudden shut downs, but if you’re in for the long haul, you’ll certainly know about it.