kicking our heels through the flyers desperate and forlorn we suffered in hope of a last reprieve. the gig was only ever guaranteed for one. but like so often and so many times before we fell upon our powers of resource and bucked up to camden town for absurdity as consolation. by the finish we were back in our arms and seeking out the weirdest. egging my brother to battle the slippered pool shark. we had to have something to relate.