Eating Pringles ’til it hurts

Oh, I love working with talented people.

This afternoon I was writing (slowly…) at home, while my colleagues were partying away at (art consultant) David’s house. They rang me so I could hear the first public performance of (researcher) Gavin’s song. Top stuff.

We’ve been burned by cool-melt glueguns,
Eaten Pringles till it hurts
Made [indecipherable] out of cardboard
‘n said, ‘Dave, please make this work.’

I’ll see if I can’t get a recording up on here somehow. Of course, it’s all in-jokes. Tough.

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