Zap on a Monday night with the Tonka crew, Choci Rock (hope you’re well sir) surrounded by munted mates tripping harrrd on microdots after savage weekends - a pebbly beach is no bueno however, easy to make an exception though when every pebble becomes infinitely intriguing
Scuse the cliched house allusion as it’s (inevitably) a main/primary source, not a Celtic or Forest away day spectacular either so developing a sense of its myriad of old drinking establishments, any knowledge of weaving through shortcuts the place has/had, isn’t present so any psychogeographical knowledge is absent except for mind altering compounds, Zap and the beach
A bunch of gaming programmers who i went to college with and shared gaffs with moved there late 90’s and, while I’d love to promote their work, don’t need a couple of you lot pinging em!
