Round here, a place of dreams. I heard my first Ramleh track here. And, on the same day, the whole of that Rick Wakeman King Arthur thing. Then someone set themselves on fire while Baby Ford was playing and Crackling House was born.
It's also one of the few places you can say 'course when I was a lad there were none of these pesky stone circles fucking up the view' and not be a spastic in time.