Morning, all. A little blurred around the edges last night after a heroic performance at the Stuttgart Wasen / beer-drinking challenge. Not for us the simpering sipping of southern Europeans, those sangria-softened sons of Dionysus. Oh, no, we drank for Valhalla, we tore meat from the bones of slain beasts and we sang until the rafters were raised. And then we got reasonably early nights because quite a few of us are traveling today and my head hurts a bit and I have a flight in a few hours and frankly I’m not as young as I was, etc.