“They say you can change the world for a fiver, but the book costs £7.” It is unusual to have a weekend of social activity, even more so to be spending out of work hours with my dear and lovely colleagues. The Jack Hammer, The Ridler and I spend Saturday night researching in depth the Drinkin’ aspect of our splinter endeavour, touching briefly on Postmodern Thinkin’. It ends in Jerk Chicken and narrowly avoided fisticuffs. I get a text at 4am. “Then we’ll have something to show him”. Keep watching this space.