Late on Friday night James is talking shit about god knows what, and it seems that we've all lost the plot. We'd been guzzling Sparx and beer and maybe a little whiskey for quite a while. Then a moment of clarity comes to me.

James: ((continuing to babble nonsense))
Will: 'James, what the fuck are you talking about? What the fuck is your POINT?'
James: 'I have three points! (long pause) And they all point NORTH!'

I collapse, Nick goes into hysterics.