a great many fine ales supped, momentous plans heroically unattained, diabolical plots thwarted, air guitar taught, rock radio blarred, rain avoided, spare chicks entertained, before after and during parties rhubarbed and scallops destroyed.... no more shall we gaze on that fine hole in the wall refuge from the bleak reality of modern life... the shed is dead, long live the shed
... there's a new one on the way as it happens
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