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Your Head is Mine!

Last weekend I had the pleasure of attending my buddy Andy’s stag do in Minehead Butlins. I’d been warned in advance that on these adult weekends it was literally nothing other than stag and hen dos. Then as I waited for the bus to take me from Taunton railway station the rest of the way (Minehead’s railway station only accepts steam trains) the friendly conductor told me that there were 6000 people on their way but I’d missed the majority of them. It was kinda weird as in some ways it looked like a festival, lots of people bumbling about in fancy dress drinking in the sunshine. But more militant as the costumes all matched per group so you had a squad of Where’s Wallys or in our case Magnum PI’s moving about. There also were very few actual acts (three I think) so it was more like being trapped in a festival but never arriving at the stage. They did however have Sam Fox singing about how you were ‘never going to stop her’ while her hands got trapped inside her jacket sleeves and the band were unable to help as they had to keep playing their instruments. Really they needn’t have bothered. Pat Sharp was also there, turns out he was evicted by the neighbours of Fun House for being a terrible DJ. Our rooms were upgraded so we had a kitchen and living room, if someone hadn’t have pointed out that these were behind the door I thought was a fuse cupboard, I’d have spend the weekend sat on my bed. Ultimately it was brilliant to spend some time with old friends and while I was there I took a head scan of the groom outside our chalet.

This is the initial uncleaned scan decimated down to 250k polys for a quick preview.