Indulging in a passing perusal of Waterstones I clocked a guy in the nearby money spinner *cough* Improvement section nose deep in a copy of the Game. As I returned Howard Marks' latest to the shelf he looked up to a nod that I assumed would have fooled a Mason. Startled, he closed the book, placed it back on the shelf and moved off to take the hand of a girl, who I’m sure had a wonderful personality , pondering the snake oil *cough* Spirituality section.

Intrigued, I idly moved adjacently opposite.

I confess, evil gathered in my heart as I went over different scenarios to separate them briefly and perhaps break fight club rules but before I could they both made to leave and I watched them go. There, under the chastising blaze of the spirituality titles, I wondered if his Mrs would see it coming...