It was a damp squib tonight. The rain on fireworks that is, not the writing. As usual the writing and the conversation shot up and exploded with sparkling beauty. Horace treated us to a slice of the dark underbelly of London and the powerful people that want to take advantage of those that live in it. Sajidah had more modest dreams tonight which lead Steve to tell us about his dreams of German fiscal figureheads. Mary has started retracing her steps, revisiting beautiful prose that chills to the bone and Marsha's geriatric hero was sent on a long awaited mission. If the first pages are anything to go by, there'll be laughter all along that journey.