One afternoon, in the waiting room of a needle exchange, I watched afternoon telly and bashed out four new tracks. Individually, in one take, I recorded them live onto tape. Outside, methadone addicts argued ferociously about hardcore lager and fed a dog raw steak. Inside, an over sensitive monster vented at the imagined scent of a tofu passanda. Acroplane now present you a small slice of my life, down and around BN1 4GB.