Shit Jam

We sounded dead shit, singing away into the early hours, but that was kind of the point.

Then there was a knock at the door. A pepped up French dude said :

"OK, we have two options. First one is.... I call the police....."

we all look at each other, pretty confused ~ but accepting, as it did sound well shit.

".... the second option..... I come in for a beer with you all..."

And that's how our Shit Jam turned international.

Then more French people came in + we had ourselves a bizarre but jovial collection of stuttering second languages, ill knowledges of the guitar chords + piercing collections of vastly incorrect singing pitches. Oh, and plenty of red wine.