We partied all weekend to find out what London clubbers think of the Night Tube

In a halo of electric-blue neon, a teen in ‘90s sports-luxe poses for a selfie. Just metres away, another woman is helped off the floor by security while a lad in a button-down and Classics balances his Tyskie in the crook of his elbow as he takes down the deets of a girl he’s just met. For London’s clubbers, this is the underground party we’ve been anticipating. 1 a.m, Brixton tube station: the first night of the Night Tube.

As people file past Brixton station’s latest installation – a Night Tube map rendered in perspex and neon – the atmosphere is jubilant, festive even. Unsurprising perhaps; London’s 24-hour party people have waited quite some time for their city to catch up. For years, we’ve gazed enviously to New York, Copenhagen and Berlin, coveting round-the-clock weekend services and, in the case of Berlin and NYC at least, the flourishing nightlife culture that it facilitates. London, by contrast, may have had the world-class parties down but lacking the transport infrastructure, our nightlife has existed within the wiggle room between exorbitant taxis and shady night buses. If you want a vision of that future, imagine Surge Pricing stamping on a human face, forever. Maybe that’s why London’s 24-hour city claim, like that singular, rubber stamp on an inner wrist, has never quite stayed in place. Can the Night Tube really revolutionise clubbing in London? We topped up our Oyster, donned the shoes we didn’t mind getting splashed in sick and went to find out what the most important part of this city’s night-life economy – you, the partygoers – made of it all on its inaugural weekend.