Over the next few days, Shepherd Market would be buzzing with meetings in the various informal headquarter buildings of the various important sects, all with a common guiding light and, each secure in the knowledge they were better than any of the others. Except for the Caretakers of course; they were generally better organised and their toilets worked better and if anyone could stand up to the Holy Barbaras it would be the Caretakers, or maybe the Order of Bricklayers; they weren’t bad either. And, they had Christ’s Holy Hod (A brick-carrying device a bit like a bucket on the end of a stick), the most revered relic after the Holy Grail, which nobody had and it was generally thought that the caretakers had flushed that down a loo in St Pancras station. The Hod of God was now the most power
