there was three of us, wasn't there? actually, if you'd wanted a fight, i'm pretty sure i could have given you one around 3am after air-guitar, coz my night turned to fucking shit around that point. instead, i mashed a selection of skips, walls and street furniture. hardcore, eh? fudgenight itself felt weird... kinda, i dunno, a bit sad and all that. it's a shame to be leaving marge & co behind but i enjoyed it from fickle munkie onwards...