Tables rattle and scrape on the floor. Somebody drops a
pen. Another bangs his ruler on his desk. “Is that a mobile
phone in your pocket?” somebody jokes. A collective shout as a
young woman appears on the TV. At times the noise is deafening.
Tinfoil balls cross the room, Back and forth for several
seconds. Crude graffiti written discreetly offers a glimpse Of
somebody’s personal opinions of a friend They want to make the
centre of a joke.