Reports of increasingly bizarre behaviour at the riba's brainstorming week-end to conjure up a future for the special collections turn from a trickle to a torrent. Readers will remember that attendees had to sign up to the eccentric rules of the sect which runs the venue, Nuneham Courtenay in Oxfordshire: they can eat neither meat nor fish, nor drink alcohol, nor smoke. Library committee chairman Rod Hackney turned up in one of his Rolls-Royces; Paul Hyett has been meditating regularly ever since; and dg Alex Reid had a sorry time. On returning one evening from seeing friends in Oxford, he found the park gates locked. Scaling them presented little difficulty to the intrepid former helicopter pilot, but entering the house itself, proved beyond even his formidable ingenuity. He legged it back to Oxford, where staff at the Randolph Hotel were prevailed upon at midnight to provide a single room for an unfortunate in torn clothing. The search continues for the individual who suggested Nuneham Courtenay in the first place.