I am off to a Midsummer Night's Eve party in Kennington in about five minutes. I am reliably informed there will be a lot of Guardian journalists milling about. Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Media partner for the project, anyone?
My bag is stuffed full of project proposals and FAQs. While they dance around the menhir, I'll slip one of each into their hemp satchels, as a facially-challenged opportunistic might slip rohypnol in a beauty queen's Cosmopolitan.
I'll let you know about the sandles.
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