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Thatcher's Children ROCK Timbuk2

Simon "had and hangover" and didn't come, Ben "had nightmares" and couldn't come - both at the last minute, leaving Jem and I, dressed as farmers, to fill a prime-time slot in the less than prime back room of T2 for Hijack's bank holiday party.

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Djing with no records... or hands

Having turned up in the wrong room, spending 15 minutes trying to kick people off the decks who had every right to be there, we eventually found our way to the pitch-black, back room. With no light, even less of a clue of how to use the mixer, and wondering how to make the transition from old-skool to rock/pop, things didn't start too well. Couple of clangs, couple of missed cues, and then we were back. Lots of friends were very nice and came and danced, and even some people we didn't know.

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Pooped

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Jem and Mr Tropical Hotdog

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Friend of Thatcher, Jack, laying down bare minimal

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