I was trying to upload concept sketches of the band as they did their thing, mainly getting stoned on the most bizarre range of objects in an insane attempt to dodge the law.  The things that have gone up Piglet's nose are no longer as bizarre of the stuff that has come out of it.  But the only camera available to do the thing is built into some sort of telecommunications device, and quality is lacking.  Oh woe is me.  But I did find a piece of pickled mayonnaise under the sofa and it felt good to cuddle.  If anyone knows how to wire a phone so that the camera becomes better than toasted bread in chocolate please send it to the band's email.  Sweet....