pyestock | whatever you just pressed, unpress it!

It was 9PM, Saturday night. We were back home, dirty and bruised, but glowing in post-explore euphoria. Sara had prepared a beef stew, the beers were out, and we were catching up with the latest episode of Doctor Who.

"Come on, man, we’ve got to watch this" said Tom after the Doctor Who credits started. Grinning manically, he pulled out a VHS tape and inserted it into the machine. A label on the tape stated: "Pyestock. Cell 3 West. Tape 15."