Well, we got away with it again. My chauffeur arrived to pick me up and couldn't restart his car - after half an hour of us arsing about with it, it started (for no obvious reason) (no wonder his son's a comedian) and so, I followed him to his home in mine and we arrived a touch late.
Only four new-boys tonight, I think. Trevor turned up, but that was Cyril's fault. And a recently-escaped maintenance individual arrived with a huge box of photos that some idiot was going to have thrown out - they may begin to appear on here - if
@Justin Time can manage it (I will speak to his supervision).....
There must have been thirtyish there, mostly the usual suspects.