The Sardine Factory

By Nad

Brain Drummage

We went mental on the drums tonight at Colic House. The place is drowning in djembes, duffs, bongos, tablas etc. I got home at 1.30 am only to find I'd forgotten my house keys, so had to sleep on the back seat of my car. Unfortunately whenever I rolled over it set the alarm off, so no sleep was had (for the neighbours too). And then there was the indignity of taking a piss in my own front garden in the wee hours.

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