Fat lady crew in the garden. The FLC decide to leave their homeland of absurdism for a day trip out of doors, to try a bit of "communing with nature", pondering what where and how?....it wasnt a complete success. They muddled, jumped, climbed, hung and sat around all day waiting for enlightenment, they felt a mild stirring from within, a tingling of the past. But somehow they just didnt fit anymore. And they thought as wise poet once said, that "like a funky vibrator, they would feel it now but probably get the vibe later" and with that extricated themselves back to the sunny sill of indoors.
