Let's get up.

We got up alright. Steve, Simon and myself around a table, table cloth flipped up, candles burning. "Let's do an exercise!". So we did. A nib and ink exercise. Here is the fruit of our jazzy labor.

Am I writing? 
Are you listening?
Where is my beer.

Steve left, Simon right.

Meg left, Simon right.

Steve ripped his work in half and then lit it on fire.