Next week WMW is moving house. Rather anti-climactically, from 63 Clerkenwell Road to 65 Clerkenwell Road.

Little did we know this small step would turn into something of a giant leap for friend-of-the-show and freelance copywriter par excellence, Struan.

After inexplicably claiming the infamous Tiny Sofa from one of our meeting rooms (precisely one third smaller than practical – perfect for awkward intimacy or the morbidly obese), the ever-willing Mr Yallup decided to carry it home to Southwark. Solo.

Behold his epic voyage, told through the medium of phone snaps. Accompanied by the sporadic email updates he sent as his journey progressed through yesterday afternoon.

Lunatic.

“Last mile or so. My not much hair is now full of old dog hairs which this sofa has a few of.”

“Half way. Quick half in the ring.”

“Home. A little red in the face.”

“The hard bit is now. Narrow porch.”

“There you go. With a beer, a packet of custard cremes and isaac hayes’ head just to prove it’s my place.”

Mr Yallup: we salute thee.