The Russians are sticking it out in Stalingrad, in thirty degrees of frost

For a few short days we have had respite from the unrelenting heat of the building as with the onset of the cold weather Seth managed to find a way of switching off the heating and we've settled into a cossetted langour in the high eighties.

Not for long though: there are complaints from across the veil that the management suite is too cold and he has had orders to switch it back on again.

The Green option would be for our managers to join us out here in what passes for the real world but that is objectionable on so many levels we'll be screwing the planet instead.