Taj!

The mighty Taj Wyzgowski of the Tajwizztrio, though on this occasion there were four of them. And I've got to say they were bloody good - and so so so better than the bloody father and son Conway band who just turn up and arse about for twenty minutes doing random noodlings. Taking the piss, that's what. Someone should have a word.
Another photography lesson here today though, eh? No, sorry, I won't mention photography. Football, that's what! Tonight. A floodlit game. I'm already getting a teeny bit excited. Sure, we'll lose, but it's a big game. In the wee pond. But first. WFH. Must knuckle down.