Fiddle fingers

Today we went out to a session in deepest darkest Dartford. Pretty good fun, but not sure they'll readily have me back seeing as I'd managed to fall arse-over-tit off my chair and be drowned in my own drink within five minutes of arriving (and it'd not yet begun... oops!)... can't take me anywhere.

Happy things today include being silly in the back of the car, being fresh meat to a crazy old man (well, not sure that's such a happy thing...), playing tunes, and holding breath through the Dartford Tunnel.