The shortboards trickle into the studio with little enthusiasm....

The shortboards trickle into the studio with little enthusiasm. The hols are almost over and they're now required to work for a living before uni starts. It's a foreign feeling for our young men, isn't it, this concept of working for a living. The shortboards go to the fridge as one. They take out all the cold water bottles as one. Which means there'll be none left for me to mix with my Jack later on. Oh dear, a year coming up just like the last one.

Grateful Dead Ripple just to relax me