So I snooped about the Freemason’s Hall my job-hunting course is taking place in during lunch break.

Photos of His Majesty everywhere and lots of homemade heraldry; it’s basically Dungeons & Dragons for businessmen desperate to be part of the Establishment.

I got discovered by one of the staff who told me I couldn’t venture upstairs (Too bad for them I already had and got to look through the window of their ‘Inner Temple’, which was of fine mahogany and full of weird Harry Potter shit for Tories).

A strange place to run a course for the nation’s jobless and if I had that set up in a story I was writing I think my writer pals would tell me it’s too satirically on the nose.