On Sunday I headed down to Wayland for another in the showdown series of events, this time Falldown (get it, get it?).
A few days before the events it was touch and go if I'd actually make it due to work joys followed by a run of car problems, but I managed to cheat fate and come Sunday morning off I went to sunny Hockley.
As always when I get there first stop is the cafe down the road grab a tea (just a tea this time no full English for once I'm cutting back to just one breakfast a day) then back to Wayland to take part in the most sacred of showdown traditions. Standing around outside talking shit and waiting for the venue to open.
Once the doors were open we rushed in to queue up and register, then stand about talking shit again but this time inside (variety is the spice of life).
