Astragal has today headed off to Venice for the second time in just over a month, this time not for the Biennale but for the RIBA annual conference. Oh what a different experience this promises to be. Whereas five weeks ago one might have found a trendy Irish architecture ligger being dragged out of a canal at four in the morning with a head injury, this will probably be a little more sedate. But Astragal can’t help imagine though that there may still be the occasional titbit for all you gossip-mongers out there in cyberspace. One’s mind jumps back to a previous conference and memories of an, ahem, fracas between a worst-for-wear hack, who was at the time editing a less-august title than this one, and a director of one of Clerkenwell’s better-known practices. It was all fine in the morning, of course.