As the glasses line up Glitch's smile finds a little more stability, and he deftly collects the one directed his way.

"Precision and accuracy," he says - elaborates, expounds, elucidates - and takes a sip. "Which we can also test later, there's a snooker table in the other room."

But that sounds like effort, and despite his usually hyper-kinetic tendencies he is feeling decidedly sedentary.

"...or just sit here and get stewed. That sounds like a more reasonable expectation for this project."