Every day, somewhere in the UK, office workers are obediently filing out to observe the annual Fire Alarm Drill. For many, it is a chance to use the stairs for the first time; others will take the opportunity to don their high-vis tabard. Work calls will be made on mobiles, fags will be smoked. There will be a slight air of the school trip about the whole thing.
I’ve never once seen a real office in flames.