Very enjoyable evening yesterday round a friend's flat - this sort of thing doesn't seem to happen much in London, what with people living all over the place in an incovenient fashion. Still, if everyone I knew lived in the same street, they could easily be wiped out at once by a hailstone as big as a truck, so on the eggs/basket principle, I'm quite glad they're scattered around a bit. We discovered that:

- strictlytrue's wife is not made up (despite the Plasticene and wiring diagrams we found in his bag that time)
- if Ragnarok ever comes to Britain, top secret plans dating from the thirties remain in place to ensure that fresh fish and chips (and possibly Pukka pies) will still be available to the molten survivors
- crazy magic kingdom Sealand actually exists, and is not an obscure sitcom or Kevin Costner epic