unexpectedly evicted from the decrepit cheltenham room, this is where we fell on our feet. unsoundproofed, a bare room - just a bit of office space in a weird terrapin in a car park in the cotswolds. at night the various officey people would clear out and we'd take over. evenings, weekends, as long as nobody was about, we could wander in and start playing, all the gear lived there set up and ready to go. we cobbled together a sort of ok sound system, and it ended up being the first rehearsal room where i could actually hear what was going on. the village up the road contained chips, a pub run by a guy we once toured with, and somewhere i could reup on bottles of bath ales dark side. i'd often have to drive through a herd of cows to get there.