Do you feel like dancing?

My legs hate me, I heard them muttering.

"Him up there." they said, "Mr. 'Higher-Than-Torso' has got a lot of explaining to do 'cos we ache like bastards."
"I say we strike" said lefty
"Yeah, or better still we strike alternately." replies righty, "That way we are still maintaining 50% worker attendance but are still crippling mobility."
"Unless the mad sod starts hopping everywhere."
"But what sort of loon would do that?"

-pause-

"Bugger."

So, yes, anyway, The Calling was pretty damn busy last night, loads of long haired metallers heading off to some Hamburg Metal fest, lots of people I haven't since since the time Dinosaurs last roamed the earth and lots and lots of dancing.
Also hats off to razornet for a fine set and finally cracking the mess of wires and confusion that is the Kambar CD rig and getting his laptop running through it.
Negative kudos to whoever was (not) digging up the A14 which meant I had to take a somewhat bizarre detour home after dropping off drpyrojames.

Caffine? Pah, just chug a packet of fruit pastels I say.