We sipped our tea and looked at the box lost for 30 years once more back with its creators. We peeled back the lid there it was the thing we desired, a cornish pasty Thomas grabbed it and stuff it in his mouth like a great white shark. Thomas a slick sharp predator on the top of the food chain, stop it i cried the tape! There it was the metal rim glinting in the half light AMPEX TWO INCH MASTER it said on the front taking us back to a time before digital. On the the back in smaller writing it said saxon round house studios with a track sheet, 24 tracks bass drums etc etc, what was on it who knows, GEMS screamed Thomas!
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Driving through Lincolnshire on a sunny morning as the sun casts a long shadow across the majestic cabbage trees, one is struck how flat the fens are. An old farmer once told me you don’t have a view here its an outlook, never the less it was a nice morning as we pulled in to the market place in downtown spalding.
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It was night when Thomas and myself got to London a mist hung over the city like veil, we were sat in the back of a west end eatery which still smelt of tobacco from a by gone age (last year).
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