I can't remember much after about 9pm last night, but I have a vague memory of someone telling me that a reptile was trying to get into the school playground in Lyneham village to get an exclusive from the schoolkids.
I offered to arrange a squad to go and break their toys (the reptiles), but as I was looking for a wink from the Staish, the moment was lost as a scottish navigator fell backwards onto the table and, with his flailing non drinking arm, swept the entire contents into the Staish's lap. He didn't spill his own drink though.