We're in the midst of leaving do's: Tilly has decided to retire early rather than endure another six months of T.Aldousery; Delphine Hackett is retiring on her 60th; and we've lost Wendell Hall and Gibbons Carroll to jobs with better prospects. Besides these, over the next two months we'll be losing between one and eight people to better jobs that I'm not supposed to know about. Frog and I join a bitter little group: not only do these buggers get to escape, they have parties and we have to buy them presents.
"We should have a 'Still bloody here' do."
"That's a good idea. It'll need a theme."
"How about the Titanic?"
"Everybody does the Titanic. Pompeii?"
"Great! When was it?"
"Not sure. May or September."
"We could ask T.Aldous to be the star guest."
"We could set fire to him!"
"Dress kilts shall be worn."
"What's worn beneath the kilt?"
"Nothing, it's all in perfect working order."