Brixley here and not there. Readers, many a question has had it’s reciprocal explained to me. Firstly, it was not a strain of super ethanol that intoxicated Bingham and myself, it was simply alcohol, but we had been a bit light on dinner an a bit heavy on liquids. The hallucinations were not real either as I had actually stumbled into an illegal gambling casinatorium in my inebriated state and finally the reason I was in the library was that there had been a party held deep within the depths of the Dewey decimal system which is surprisingly still going and where I am writing from. I’m still not sure if I’m still in England but I must dash since they are starting up a karaoke tournament and yours truemost must battle Oxford and Webster (who arrived at the party soon after my last post…) in a climaxstick battle of recitation. Pray for me.