I spent last weekend at Spooky Weekend, an ersatz "creative retreat" organised by Stop Sharpening Your Knives' Sam Riviere. Hi-falutin' aside, there were enjoyably interminable themed charades, all-day fry ups in many permutations and a choice of marshmellowy beds.
Sunday was a bona fide glorious English summer day, paid for in kind by the onset of Joe and Jennifer's hayfever. Talk naturally turned to Crass' Dial House, only 75% joking, I think.
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