Possibly the hardest job in resort.

I’m sure over new years there were a lot taxing jobs carried out by a lot of very skilled people around resort. The Michelin stared chef, the pyrotechnic engineer, the DJ on the piste. But in my opinion there was one person who spent the night “directing traffic” at the entrance to Kalico. On one side of the door was a scrum of people all wanting to get into the club. On the other side of the door was a scrum of people all wanting to get out the club to have a fag. The final group were people who after finishing their smoking (and because they didn’t have their coats) then wanted to get back in the club as quickly as possible. And in middle was Marlon. Like the referee at a rugby match making sure the scrum didn’t collapse. “Let me in Marlon!” “Let my freind in”. I don’t know how he kept his cool all night. I would like to think the English were good at queuing but from what i saw those English had decided to stay at home that night.