Lets look at a hypothesis for a Farm-in?, page-6

Maybe the red button should be for FLUSH?

Although not as would apply for a poker hand, which is kind of poetic when one consideres the abstract scene for the Farm-in.

Lets imagine three maybe four players at the table, Empire holds cards close to chest, two farm-in suitors with inscruitable faces, watching Empire squirm, MIN sits cards folded, arms crossed, bugger all in the pot, waiting for someone to make the first bidding call.

The sun goes down, all the other gamblers all go home, the town goes to sleep, the clock ticks loudly on the wall. Somebody yawns, then from far away in the distance, a train sounds its whistle, whooooooooowhoooooooo!

A barn owl hoots it's reply, and a ginger moggy screeches its defiance as a back alley dog barks and growls. The resident fat rat scurries along the wall, but the spider above continues to weave its web, yet all is quiet below at the table. The rising sun casts some early light over the silent and inanimate scene.

But - nobody has moved, nothing has changed? Who will flinch first? Will the girl win the boy? Will the train pull in on time? Will the cat get the rat, before the dog gets the cat? Will the spider finish its web. Will the owl roll its eyes another time?

Tune in again, but I fear the story will be the same, there is nothing to see here?