So it’s about 20 past 6 and I’m walking out the front door. Behind me, Patrick and his boss, Paul are walking out the back door. Paul sees me and aks if I fancy a swift half. I get home to bed at 15 minutes past 1 in the AM.

Moral of the story, there is no such thing as a swift half.

It was an interesting night at the least, with lots to think about