Six of us had a hot sweaty thrash in Shed 3b last night. Dan, who works on a proper farm, couldn't make it. We appeared to spend most of the evening telling 'knock knock' jokes - hell yeah, rock'n'roll. Tessa spent a lot of time sitting on the floor. No-one knew why, and we were too polite to ask.
I managed to take a pic of Ian's experimental drumming session, playing along to both us and a backing track on his ipod. It didn't last long.
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