Wes was getting the blunts in...
...more than once.
And the back-tails.
The new camera can whirl a bit. That's Jam and Wes' brain waves swirling around. It was bloody freezing - hat and gloves night.
I shunted a couple of ollies to tail...
...and wafted some BS ollies over a crusty gap.
Then Wes noticed the bit round the back had been spruced up a bit just as we were about to leave.



