Once again the condemned library centre was jumping, with the voting ballot station in the education room, kids swarming all over the library, a big meeting in space 1. We had to take the place left by the Yoga class. How to describe it? It's not wintergreen, more like soggy cardboard. A couple of newbies thought we were very hard on a tyro short story but we were really just trying to be helpful and constructive. Another amusing excerpt from future bestselling novel in progress, then to the pub. Somebody said poetry was for girls, to which somebody else quoted Catullus 16. There was no shortage of wine.