Well.. I've wracked my brains, but it doesn't look like there is any way out of this.
Really, really not looking forward to it at all.
It's going to be so hostile.
Even WorryingWill has cut off his own leg to avoid going.
Lambs to the slaughter, the rest of them. Although I am probably the weakest of the lot.
It's this coming Saturday.
There. I've said it now. It's real.