Queuing is what the British do well. An East Dulwich dilemma. "Oh, look, there's a queue. Let's join it." "Hey! What are we queuing for? "I can't remember. Is this the queue for Franca Manca? "No, it's the queue for William Rose." "I've had enough of this, let's go home." "Ok, let's get the bus. Oh, feck! Another queue. Oh well." If you can't beat 'em. Join 'em.