It is a warm June evening, and the Wang Bar, a popular local drink-erama, is packed. Come there with us now, and let us study some of the merry revellers. What a crazy bunch, eh? Look over there in the corner, it's editor Paul Colbert, telling anyone who'll listen that June is named after the Italian goddess of childbirth, Juno, and that Roland's similarly-named synth must therefore be fitted for pregnant players. Arguing the toss is poet Sam Coleridge, saying he can get a noise from it "like a hidden brook in the leafy month of June", but assistant editor Tony Bacon settles the point by putting Rosemary June's synth-free 1959 hit 'Apple Blossom Time' at peak volume on the Wang Bar's deafening jukebox, sending a tribe of june-bugs skittering from the bass port. Meanwhile, reviews editor Jon Lewin, a native of Juneau, Alaska, tries to tell some ex-members of the June Brides about his fave book of the moment, W H Auden's 'Journal Of An Airman'. Jon reads aloud from it over Rosemary's din: "There are three kinds of enemy face: the June bride; the favourite puss; and the stone in the rain." Well weird. Lastly, we can just make out production assistant Carol Irving informing a couple of dead French generals, Alphonse Juin and Andoche Junot, that they'll miss this June's summer solstice in the northern hemisphere, and that the equally dead Saxons used to call June the 'sear monath', meaning dry month. Not that you'd notice much dryness in the Wang Bar.