boys and girls: far from doing anything so foolishly detrimental to physical well-being as waking up early to go to rj, i propose we send mr evans a gilt-edged invitation bursting its spiffy pages with scrapes and bows asking him to dine with us in the september holidays, on a day of his choosing. such a scheme cannot fail; the moral force of our collective bleating will sway him from his infinite-condescension-on-a-monument position and topple him amongst his intellectual inferiors. even evans must sometimes consent suffer the attentions of the hoi polloi.