"Everyone's Banging on Their Gongs..."

On a TMI front, can I just say that I didn't really want to spend my Saturday throwing up? It turns out that seven-hour shifts in minimal clothing in the cold October nights do not agree with me.

Bleagh.

(on the plus side, the guy who was sharing my shift was a total sweetheart, and played harmonica and pocket recorder for me while I was lying in the dirt being a toxic waste mutant.)