The Farm where we hang out.......it's a remote place. Somewhere in the Lost County of Yorkyland, up on the Tundra somewhere, not far from the village of BARKingmad (it'd have to be wouldn't it). It's not on any map, not since the 1700's anyway. No buggar can find it to plot it ON one. It's down a muddy cattle-track hidden by high hedgerows and overhanging tree's, up a hill, down a dale, up another hill....you get the picture (if you're thinking 'grim', you'd be pretty close to the mark). A sleepy quiet hamlet of Olde Worlde charm, bypassed by the Modern Age and colour T.V. (by quite a long way too, ooh sorta.....the whole of the 20th Century, all the fun stuff, you know) where the goodly simple folks retire of an evening when the sun sets (which is very early in winter, about 3pm) to rest their eleven toes, and arise to tend their fields at the crack of dawn, with the morning mists (which last till tea-time) swirling about their knee-breeches. Yeah, this is where we hang out, "nobody calls, nobody knocks, our friends are all far away". Dammit.

Quiet. Peaceful. Sleeeeeeeepy. Dull. Smelling of...well just like Charlie said in the song really......and the postman never bothers us, don't think he can FIND us. No swimming pool though, too cold up here in the Wilds of Yorkyland for one. We do have a babbling brook running through the rehearsal room, which is quite sweet, if a bit dodgey with all the electricals around. Keeps us alert. We call ourselves SubAqua when we're there. (We have hundreds of extension leads plugged into each other, leading back and rigged up to the one lamp-post outside the next village but two. That lamp was only put in recently when some poor unsuspecting soul wandered off the path onto the Moors, no doubt in search of civilisation, or a party of some sort, and fell down a pot-hole. Happens.) So, in need of somewhere to rehearse, we invaded this forlorn place to frighten the living daylights out of the local inhabitants of this Land That Time Forgot, (and nobody misses) playing loud hard-hitting fast-paced Rock & Roll. Spelt NoiZE.   

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