Yes, it was he. He of the currently down Baguetter’s. What did he do to warrant such attention, I hear you ask? Well, my chicklets, that is a mystery that even those in the room did not understand. He had not, contrary to popular opinion, farted and blamed it on the lampshade. He had not sprayed a bogey into the ceiling (yes, toilet humour is alive and well and living in Pratt’s Bottom). The real reason may be more mundane, or perhaps it is stranger than reality…who knows.