Thankfully, spirits lift with their first viewing of Keith Floyd (the very first series). They're immediate converts proving that good things do last. And this chimes well with a theory I'm hatching about current tendencies. You could call it the Twelfth Night scale: an increasing tendency towards the Malvolio away from the Sir Toby. (Floyd, of course, very much on the side of Sir T.) But look around you - the workplace, the wider world, see how the generosity of spirit is withering away. And what - I hear you say - may there be no more cakes and ale?