I rode to southbank on the bus with one of my flatmates, bot of us heavily laden. The spot was tried and tested, but full of cyclists. I decided to inflate the chair and figure it out from there. Just inside the BFI bar I asked a security guard if I could inflate it there (No), and whether there were any plugs elsewhere in the building (By the restaurant at the far end). As soon as I got there, I started up. The pump wasn't as loud as expected, but still noisy. Halfway through, a man in plain clothes with an official-looking id on his belt approached with a questioning look. I explained that security by the far end had directed me here, and that I wouldn't be a moment. He walked away looking puzzled, and I stumbled out shortly after with a chair in my arms. Hooray for the 'pass the buck' instinct. By the time I got back to the circle the cyclists were gone, so the two of us installed ourselves inside. Straight away I felt comfortable, as it had actually become my living room.