Pink Floyd!!

After the disappearance of the visitors, and the departure of the rarely mentioned Ms P for the north lands, the day was all my own. And how quickly it disappeared. In no time at all it was time to head to Dr D's apartment down at Granton and get tanked up for the gig. And how we tanked. It must have been the heady sea air.
So, here they are, and sounding as great as ever. I was a bit perplexed as to why there was a huge inflatable kangaroo rather than a pig, but hey, when the Floyd can still bang them out note perfect after all these years, you gotta take your hat off. DrD also took his specs off. Well, to be honest, they'd simply slipped off as his head was resting on his chest.