Hellfire Guys,

Having spent one Friday driving round St Albans trying to find where on earth you'd all gone to ground, I'm finding the content and tone of this thread extremely illuminating. I'm treating it as potential warning of things to come. In future I shall not set out for the St A's folk club without compass, sleeping bag, tent, complete set or ordanance survey maps and emergency rations in the car.

I was recently persuaded to part with a not insubstantial sum of money by a group of apparently friendly buskers in the town centre. This was in return for an evening in the presence of Eliza's dad. At no time do I remember the words "Treasure Hunt" or "Wild Goose Chase" being mentioned. I just hope the old boy is still up to it. The amount of phone calls he must have had about changes of venue would be enough to tip anyone over the edge.

I'm a bit old fashioned about these things, I tend to believe what is printed on the flyers. Don't worry I won't make that mistake again, instead I shall be watching this forum like a hawk.   Much more of this sort of thing and I shall be tempted into strategic crisp munching during certain people's floor spots. No names...yet.

'El Greco', when you say the 3rd digit of telephone number must be greater than the average mental age of the UK government, We are talking about the combined mental age of just the cabinet here, aren't we? I mean, if we were to include all the MPs we could (theoretically) get into double figures, and then who knows who could end up with a spot at this Sunday Club   Assuming of course they could find out where it had moved to.   

SM