Last night I was part of a reenactment of a Napoleonic battle scene. We were guarding an outpost - a building which, I now realize, looked not unlike the Surgery - but were outmanouvered; a squad of enemy soldiers, with beautiful velvet uniforms and holding bayonettes, surprised us from the back and were about to jump in through the window. Their gender kept changing, as did the side they were fighting for.

There was a lot of flirtatious camaraderie going on, though nothing actually happened.