A few weeks back, when I was still feeing a little off, I bumped into Morta at the water cooler. My office is on the 2nd floor and so it was unusual to see anyone from the print dept upstairs. I hoped I might find in him a kindred spirit and so began to open up about my book. It was really rather reckless as Mr Fields was just next door and he is, I suspect, a lackey of Muppert, Mandarin of the chief Clowncillor. Forgive me, I'm digressing again, I will explain about Fields later.