Saw Team B at the Milton Arms Resonance fundraiser on Saturday night. Very good stuff indeed...they sound like they come from Sheffield in 1984 but probably weren't even born then. As Shelly and I headed back to South London, the place was erupting in a disco dancing frenzy to the sound of a bearded man called Grosvenor. Spent the rest of the weekend in Suffolk, not taking photographs, quaffing pints of Adnams and using the first rainfall that had collected in my mum and dad's water butt for 38 days to clean the birdshit off my car.
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