It's one-thirty am, half an hour until our viewing slot and four hours until McQueen: Savage Beauty will close it's doors and become the UK's most popular paid exhibition of all time. Those leaving the V&A are buzzing (their complimentary Horn of Plenty masks sure to frighten the unsuspecting dog walker) but I cant help but wonder if a weekend planned around a show made a reality by a six-hour bus journey and 24 hours without sleep leaves us susceptible to disappointment.
Fortunately, a failed pilgrimage this was not.
