The Beast has surprised us a lot over the past 10 months, in both good and bad ways, but a few weeks ago, on the evening of the second Jabberwocky tasting, we discovered a whole new glorious aspect to his character. It would appear that beneath his chassis sit several blue lights, activated with a switch we had long though broken or lost or non-existent. In the original photos on ebay we had seen these lights, but had never thought to check on them, assuming that they would have been long gone.

A chance button press on the night of the tasting and the gathering dusk surprised us with an eerie but triumphant blue glow. We were delighted, and just like that another problem was born.

Wockusiasts who are familiar with the history will remember that the last tasting was a few weeks prior to the Leamington Food Festival, and that as a result of that everything that took place during that time was filed into two categories: 1) Useful for the food festival and 2)everything else. The lights were forgotten until recently, when Barny decided to have another crack at the electrics. It let to a painful decision: Should we pull out the electrics and start again with a simple system that covered only the internal lights and hand wash sink, or should we try and save the blue lights for prosperity?

It has to be said that blue lights are not especially classy. If you were to see a car going past, under-lit splendidly with blue, it is entirely possible that you would not instantly think of its occupants as food connoisseurs. It’s a colour which, certainly in light form, is just a bit tacky. On the other hand the lights underneath the Delorean from Back to the future are blue, and everyone who’s anyone knows that’s cool.

Thus the debate rages on. In the end we had no time to deal with the electrics anyway, and the decision was moved to this Sunday, international day of pretending to get things done. I remain staunchly in favour of blue; Barny remains devoted to the idea of having a lighting system that works.

What really bothers me about the whole affair though is that during its brief period of illumination I failed to take any kind of picture, and will have to leave you guessing about the true magnificence of the Beast with Blue and me lamentably short of illustrations for this post.