On the purple carpet longing for a hoover sit a pair of dirty German boots and a white fold-out table, stained by layers of tea, citadel paints and spilled Guinness. A laptop sits open, with it's faint dusting of cheese-flavouring, playing the latest Metallica single. A knockoff Chinese pilot's chronograph reminds that it was time for bed an hour ago. A bottle of seven-arse rum and Maker's Mark stand beside a freshly drink - fourth of the night. Alongside that, a roll of film still to be developed and an old Canon camera from a time when the Moon was something that people landed on, rather than looked up at. An ominous black Kalashnikov rests, waiting....... .