The conference had taken an unexpected turn when a small group of people stormed the venue. They were reviewing the menus and checking the biscuits for butter content. The delegates spent the night sleeping on the floor.

The next morning, one of our captors sought me out. She offered me a bowl of fruit salad and winked at me conspiratorially. She told me I could easily leave the venue by carrying the bowl with me and to enjoy the ‘cream’ as it had “really good hallucinogens”.