After such a dramatic title, this post may well be a disappointment.
Today has consisted of stressful plans, which involved the logistical problems of transporting three cuboid blocks, a keyboard, keyboard stand, synthesizer module (in a very fetching James Bond-esque silver briefcase) and lots and lots of wires, pedals and other synthy stuff, from St. Albans, via Bounds Green, to Mudchute. Super Dave rode to the rescue in his wagon and, one hour and an 11.1 mile journey with a SatNav system called Cheryl later, all was deposited at The Space. A seamless execution of a stressful plan. An apt description of the entire show, one hopes...
And now I'm off to set my alarm for 8:30am, so I can picture a naked Rosanne talking to Sheffield. Most of it's under water anyway, but I hope that some people will listen...
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