To say election fever has hit the office would be an overstatement. The Mole wisely attempts to avoid political discussion for two reasons.

Firstly I have a Brother In Law who is a special needs teacher by day but morphs into a member of 90s agit pop stars Chumbawamba after a few drinks and rants about how ‘they are all (insert expletive)’, which is a bit tedious and makes me think – well, it’s a bit more complicated than that.

Conversely, I have another friend who is pleasant while sharing a train beer on a Friday, but at the mention of politics goes into a detailed, forensic examination of government housing policy which is his area of expertise.