It doesn't matter where people sleep in this cult. If you put on an accent and know somebody who somebody else went to pre-school with or is in the same house as someone at Eton, then you've got a place to sleep. As long as you can pass on some piece of gossip about who has had sex with whom, then you might even get a pillow and duvet. People sleep in their Mercedes or Daddy's Ferrari. The more adventurous fall asleep on the sand.
Nobody wakes up until midday and then the party begins again.
William is king of this cult, even though his is a difficult part to play. He tries to blend into the crowd, sitting in a baseball cap surrounded by his friends. Yet all events seem to revolve around him. Harry is everywhere at once, being cheeky and amusing, while his bodyguard shifts neurotically nearby. They both seemed fairly normal.