I once went to a theatre group in the evenings. And I say this with love and tenderness, but every single one of the other people in that group were batshit crazy people. I think I stayed 3 weeks and couldn't take it any more.
This was in the late 80s.
I still have all my old vinyl. Well, most of it. I did thin it down and get rid of a bunch of heavy metal when we moved to France. But I have 2 turntables and one of them is in my pottery shed, alongside all my CDs.
Anyway thanks for the cake Boiled. Just what I needed.
Just a few more hours and I'll go unload the kiln. It's always so exciting but I have to tell myself, it is just mud and if it doesn't work, redo it with more mud.