RR Evoque: driven to extremes
The hottest, muddiest, coldest, glitziest test in history: we go global in the baby Rangey
Posted: 09 Dec 2011
Midnight, downtown, and Vegas is throbbing. Quarter-clad waitresses gyrate fleshily in casino doorways as treacly basslines leak from strip clubs, a million flashbulbs vying for the attention - and cash - of a hundred thousand dolled-up, boozed-up, lucked-out punters. See them, stumbling contentedly from slot machine to lap dance to boozer, clutching cocktails the size of rugby balls and fistfuls of rumpled dollar bills to their chests.
This is a city dedicated to lowest-common-denominator attention-grabbing: boobs and lights and noise. As Mr Sinatra never said, if you can stand out here, you can stand out anywhere.