Another train journey to Essex - this time for Mr Shed's 40th birthday party in Wickford, once home to the legendary Adrian's Records. Everyone was dressed as mammals, with the odd bird and, er, Shrek thrown in for good measure. Shelly and I were a pair of giraffes, though I did feel a tinge of envy when I saw another badger. Not too sure what Shed himself was supposed to be, but before we got there he was festooned with dead rabbits apparently. Great party though, with Shed's band playing rousing versions of Psycho Killer, Port of Amsterdam and the Cadbury's Flake song. Happy birthday sire!
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