1997.

Neanderthal internet connections notwithstanding, Chippenham is quite charming. Last night Birddogg took me to a tiny village with tiny stone houses with tiny doors and tiny stone walls and a tiny pub to celebrate a great bear of a man called Chapman's birthday. Chapam looks like Godzilla striding about his minature village with a jug of birthday cider. Later he is to be found slinging firey sticks like a medieval Darth Maul. Not a peep from the neighbours. Here, a birthday is respected. The video is done, but neanderthal internet stops me seeing it. So too the mixtape, sitting paitiently on my server waiting for a link. I don't know what to say.