Big thanks to Bluedave for organising this. But once again, due to unfortunate circumstances, I got there so late I missed the best fun.

By the time I arrived in full Marmite Liberation Front combat gear (a la Che Guevara meets Bob Marley meets MLF), everyone else had apparently got tired of wearing their hats, so I felt a bit silly as the only one in silver. Oh, and the correct name is
MLF, by the way -
Marmite
Liberation
Front - and not
Marmite
International
Liberation
Front as some people suggested. I had hoped, with slight trepidation, to finally come face-to-face with the Bobinator and proffer some of the brown substance as a peace gesture, but he was nowhere to be seen. To my great chagrin I also learned that the MLF commander-in-chief had departed on an important mission shortly before I arrived. I think Bluedave even made a frantic phone call to him, but by that time I was already engaged with Sea-king in a
skirmish deep philosophical discussion about Life, Marmite, the Universe, marmalade, nipples, chocolate, black nail varnish, and Everything ... or something. Ah well, such is the unpredictable nature of guerrilla warfare.
One thing puzzles me though. When Scogs discovered that the "hand grenade" was in fact a cleverly disguised jar of Marmite, he dipped his finger in it, and I think Grinner even got a photo of me about to lick it off (though whether the mods will let him post it is another matter), but I never actually made contact with the stuff. Sarabyrd showed a distinct abhorrence, and no-one else had any inclination to even try Marmite with Brez'n let alone fingers. So what happened to all that brown stuff on Scogs' finger?