text: Elizabeth: Hey, what are you up to?
  Tom: Well, I'm just heading to this workshop "we" are organising at the BL
  Elizabeth: Ah, right, I seem to recall something about that. How did this whole "promotion" (since we're using quotation marks) thing go in the end
  Tom: It went "fine" or rather fine - 30 people signed up in the end, which I think is more than in previous years. I've promoted it Agressively
  Elizabeth: Ha ha ha good boy
  Tom: Yeah, obviously we've done a lot of mistakes so that literally everyone has been informed that we're thoroughly unprofessional. The last of my mistakes was a tweet where I was telling people that the BL is a fine example of brutalism in architecture and getting a response from the official BL account that no, they "prefer to call themselves post-modernist". I literally felt heavy drops of shame raining down on me
  Elizabeth: Lmao I can imagine... Indeed sounds like you're having a good time
  Tom: I'm having a good time and am learning so much about architecture. Who would want more?
  Elizabeth: Well I certainly would never come up with anything more desirable than that
  Tom: Omg I'm on the bus and I've been laughing to myself so people started staring. Why are you making me crack such good jokes
  Elizabeth: HAHAHA
  Tom: Quite seriously, I have to take leave of you for a moment. Talk to you in a bit
target: Tom is on his way to his workshop at the BL. Thanks to his promotion, 30 people signed up.  