One for the weekend...

Apologies for the lack of stories. After what was a hectic, but great, week TB let of a little steam at a couple of parties.

Just got back from deepest Somerset. Bit of a mission to get home on two hours sleep, but god damn it those west-country folk can party. Camera wasn't working, but imagine this tune was playing loud from the top of a hill, looking over the Avon, as the sun came up:



Cracking night.