I took the number 10 bus to Granton, then called for the kayak taxi from the pier. The kayak took me as far as a sandbank. I crossed the sandbank, then swam to the small island in the forth. Here I saw the brand new housing complex, members of the cult, and their leader.
The guru was a man in his sixties sporting grey hair and a beard. He had convinced his followers that they would each win £40 million by betting on the Eurovision Song Contest.