“ I turned up at 6.45pm. Got a drink and had a quick look around to see if anyone had arrived and to see if any of the tables had a yellow book or a sign on them. Nope. Waited 10 minutes, slowly drinking pint of lemonade near door. Had another look around for the elusive yellow book or any sign that the group was there. Nope. Asked about the meeting at the bar. Got a look somewhere between "I have no idea as to what you are talking about" to " Are you some kind of nutter?". Waited another 12 minutes. Had another look around. Nothing. No one. Zilch. Left. Went home. Felt stupid. My overall experience probably wasn't helped by the fact that I arrived alone, on my cycle and I was dressed in lycra. The bar was a very noisy space full of, < ahem > 'suits', (if you didn't look through the windows, you could have easily been in the square mile) some of whom kept looking at me as if I was some kind of alien. Not happy. ”