This is a newly appointed Convenor of a Canons Committee and the best laid plans which the mice and he presented to General Synod that afternoon had gone completely tits up.
He should think of it as a sort of hazing ritual. A lay delegate, a clergy delegate and a bishop flip a coin in the men's loo to see who'll do the deed this year. And what shall we do? Shall we get the new Convenor liquored up and put him naked on a train for Cornwall? Maybe lure him into a tattoo studio?
Or why not simply defeat his flagship motion from an unexpected corner?
A fine young fellow. You can't help but like the guy and think back fondly back to the years when you were young and your limbs grew all out of proportion and you had these feelings you didn't understand.