Cement Works.

Most of the time, anyway.

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I was going to wait to do my blip at my regular social poker night tonight, but then I realised how daft it would be to take a grand's worth of kit to a gambling den. Not only that but I'm sure I'll drink far too much Montepulciano d'Abruzzo (very middle class, our poker nights....we even have a sponsored cheese board, for pete's sake) and drop it in the compost heap when we're all having sneaky fags out the back.

Wish me luck....if I win all 5 games I'll have enough cash to buy that macro lens that I've got my eye on.