Recording: Day One. Getting Stoned.

David has been pummeling drums for at least seven and a half hours, practically a working day. We stopped for chips at the Fish Republic, they did good work. At the end of the day we headed for the bus stop to be whisked to the hostel, then wound up being pelted with dry mud by some young ruffians.
London. Capital City.
Fortunately our hostel seems great, so a good nights sleep should set us up for another day of smashing choons.