We woke up pretty late at Faz's place after Fathead kept us up all night while losing the plot on 2 bottles of cider. Milk from fox's, pegs, beans from hens were all topics of conversation as he chatted through the night and kept everyone giggling like girls on a school trip. We hit up a classic greasy spoon for breakfast, a real real Eastenders type of gig, with disgruntled locals and cheap tea to boot. We hit up a flatbank based arena in a shitty estate and it was dope.. that was my personal highlight of the day. We hit Hastings and stayed at James Cox's place, many lager beers and a Van Homan platter from his missus Alexis... more to follow