The EP is starting to sound quite big now and we're all pretty pleased. Not as big as maybe a flying jet, or a sphinx from Egypt, or Simon Cowell's ego/bank balance.
(Look at his smug little face)
Still quite big despite this though. Perhaps the aural equivalent of David Mitchell's IQ, this is a joyful size.
And what better way to celebrate than by organising an evening of local punk bands for only £3 entry? Apart from a Lottery win or flame-grilled chicken panini, though these aren't valid options.
We had a special bond as the "door team":
Quite a comfortable turn-out in the end, and nothing broke.
What a fine day. A fine day indeed.
xx
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