'That were a cracking night' said Tim (or words to that effect) as we wondered out of the Rising Sun last night.  And he was not wrong, earlier we had heard his poem which made the Hanger Lane Gyratory system seem almost romantic - and that's no mean feat I'm sure you will agree.  Then we had Lynn's wonderful flash fiction piece about her father and finally John's piece took us back to Central America.  Have we persuaded him to write it in the first person I wonder?  Only time will tell.  In the pub Steve took the conversation down some very strange avenues that had us all in stitches, but then that is what we expect, nay, demand from Steve.

And don't forget this...