S'the girls, innit?

Yes, yes, I'm doing lots of academic work at the moment and you can tell this by the way that I haven't taken the time to vent a large rant about the all-girl, apart from the two blokes at the back on drums and guitar, shyeah right, Swiss/Estonian Eurovision entry, or the all-girl (and this time they meant it, more's the pity) band in the Cowley later the same night, who had an excellent singer and good harmony backing vocals and a lot of big chunky pink beads and flower print skirts and fifties shades and a not bad guitarist and, oh, some fool sat on a stool and erratically tickling things with these bits of wood in her hands that she didn't seem to know what to do with, and some other lass with a bit of wood with four strings on it who didn't seem to have heard of the concept of rhythm at all. No, no rants. And you know how well I'm geting on with the work, what with being here at four in the morning and all.

Still, I'm here to post these, because Amrit rang me up all excited when they came back from processing and they're not bad, actually, are they?

( Girls )