Let me get this straight. A Bernard from a big school in America reckons that, on 22/08/06, some unspecified 'Cataclysmic Events' are in the pipeline because of some quasi religious sudoku puzzle. The Mystical but Wily Oriental Gentlemen of Middle Eastebad have tickets for a "cosmic struggle" at the Flying Horse, near 2 hills outside Cambridge, all watched by some ****es. On the strength of that, we are all supposed to stock up the larder and stack some tinnies in; preferably under several feet of earth? I can't see where the MoD Contracts Form fits in, though.
I think I’m on leave that day as well.