And as you can plainly see, Witch is rightly placed at the head of the table, and has strangely managed to cast a spell on my camera making it refuse to record her true radiance! (But thankfully she never said "I'll get you! and your little bear too!") Meanwhile, on the left, KenJohn and flibble discuss the intricacies of the BA programme, whilst on the right, MoreChampangeSir? swore that he wasn't camera-shy, he still seems to manage to face away from the camera, as does PhilH.

And we set down to the serious business of consuming a good Curry (and in More Champagne Sir?'s case, the first such experience, and given his reaction to the, lets face it, pretty mild korma, probably also his last! - "I'm melting - I'm melting!"). Much Kudos also to swissytrader for providing the wine, once the free beers he negotiated ran out!

And so, after we have made our excuses, we leave to start the trek back to the South Coast. Not quite the seating Willard is acustomed to, but, this late at night the tube is at least empty enough to give him a seat. I wish the trek home had continued to go as well, but, sadly, due to some mis-configuration at Victoria, we ended up on the wrong train, and about 55 miles in the wrong direction. However, after Willard clicked his heels together three times, and NetworkRail owned up to the mistake a taxi was provided to get us back to the flat - "there's no place like home!"