The mercury dropped, but technical layers were added and the folks of Stratford marched on. We discussed "favourite non-profane insults" and got some good ones: idiot, weasel, numpty and this week's winner...you big wet lettuce.

We arrived at Cody Dock in groups, greeted by the effervescent , Basia. She led us to the toilets, strangely, or not so strangely for those of you that recall last year being awkwardly walked into a portaloo, which in a turn of events was a secret door to a hidden party, I shit you not (pun intended). This week, that didn't happen, but it was warmer, so there's that. We did 'touch-up' the toilets; the walls, ceilings and benches in particular. We discussed Petra, the history of violence in the middle east, mist coats, Joey Barton's enjoyable implosion and 30 year wedding anniversaries, amongst other things.

I personally had a very pleasant wednesday evening, hope you did too. I'll pass on the barcode that Basia sent to sign up for their party on Feb 9th, I'll see you there.

Next week, we're at Get Out, sign up here.

Till then,

B