I recently spent a week in Poland with some furry friends (I'm sure a journal will appear here shortly) playing board games and going up mountains and setting a world record for most pool shot fouls in Polish history. On the plane back, being wide awake and wanting to drown out the shrill cries of the annual Baby Of The Skies Contest, I knocked up this little number onboard and tidied it up when we got back. I didn't actually stay in Wrocław (pronounced Vrots-Wav, obviously) but that's the airport we all flew from.

Don't think this is one of my best, combining as it does the experiments of "What actually goes into a dance song" with the "I'll stick to what I know in the orchestra" with all the stability of lubed-up masking tabe. Nevertheless, for something that was written in less than two hours I don't suppose it's too bad. There'll be real real stuff coming soon, probably.

Eq.