So, the staff at BT were very obliging and decided to take us out to dinner to welcome all newcomers, of which I fit in to that category. So we all went out on Wednesday night to the Cricketers pub, which is apparently (because we arrived there in the dark) across from a low lying area that was destined to be a cricket pitch but flooded over and was thus never built up. But they kept the name of it on the pub.
Rhoderic, don't know, don't know, don't know
More vague souls I don't know
Michael, Nick, Olaf, Dean, Kathrin and a part of Stephen
