I had planned to drink cider, but Jill made me taste her beers, and after sipping eight different beers, drinking cider and being offered wine quite generously, a lot of Friday night had become a blur of laughter, more-or-less successful schemes in order to lose Jill and Lisbeth in the labyrinth beneath the University, and some serious attempts at rating and determining the origin of the aforementioned beers. However, I still remember Jills eyes shining as she used Norwegian and thus excluded Adrian but included Lisbeth, discussing how she should use Baudrillard, and talking about this article she has just read about terrorism. She promised to put the link on her blog for us to reach, and yes, she did.