We wondered where the planes were that had plagued us last week.

We wondered why the pub's ventilation exhaust, that had rumbled at us last week was silent.

Where were all the other punters, popping out into the garden for a smoke and a (very loud) chat?

We had nine people, and eight had brought stuff to read out. Poor Steve, Mary and Joe did not get a chance... so they will go first next week.

A damn good evening.