Studio 19

Where I'll be spending every Monday morning for the next few months. At lunchtime, a select band of particularly dense students begged for the keys to the studio to try to figure out for ourselves how things work. By trial and lots of error, we eventually managed to synchronise the cameras and the lights. Although the results weren't especially brilliant, it felt like a minor breakthrough. I reckon Bailey must be quaking in his boots.

(Thanks for the kind wishes for my dad - unfortunately he has ended up in hospital after all. It's too early to tell when or if he'll be able to go home again. I've told him his timing on this one leaves a lot to be desired.)