My Facebook feed tells me Adam Desmond and Mark Skimming are now friends, as of 3.09pm today. I think they met at three o'clock to sit down and finally work out those differences that have been hanging over them for years now: the awful, unspoken truths that filled a room with tension like a sponge. Five minutes were all it took to clear the air and repair the bridges everyone said were too burned down to ever exist again. Two minutes then to draw up the treaty, a minute to sign it (Mark's full name is over 3 pages long, though not always consecutively), and one moment to make a joke about the proper way to clean endangered wildlife for the assembled press.

Facebook is efficient.