On a completely unrelated note, in 1973 they build a police station in St Ives Cambs … in Pig Lane. The name of the road next to the police station was hastily changed, but the rest of Pig Lane is still there.

Toot-toot, moog got the boot!

Daily Fail, consistent as always, so far up Tory arse one wouldn’t believe possible.

I root for the moog to get the boot.

How about the whole Cabinet?

A number of major forces (e.g longer lifespan and that Russian twat waging war) will continue to increase pressure on public finances like an ever tightening screw. Pretending that economic growth will solve the problem is wishful thinking, to put it mildly. Either one substantially cuts some publics service or increases taxes to a whole new level. Quite possibly both at the same time.

I’m deeply disappointed that the UK political parties wishing to have power seem only able to obfuscate things. “Let me be very clear, yadi-yadi-ya” - bullshit! It is tiring to hear only media optimised, content void word salad.

I’ve been a sceptical old git for quite some time, but perhaps I’ve still held a glimmer of optimism somewhere deep down. This election campaign has only pushed me deeper into cynicism.

I made couple of bass tramps tuned to the room’s main resonant frequencies, which I measured. I followed instructions from the book.

I added sound absorber panels to the walls and ceiling to kill immediate reflections from the main speakers plus a sprinkling of additional panels to kill reflections and also act as decoration. I also needed to move one radiator because it was in the worst possible location for my setup.

The room got thick curtains to improve absorption, and they also darken the room as it is dual use music listening and home cinema room. A few defraction elements went into the ceiling for a good measure. The ceiling is made of custom panels that I made myself from wood and fabric to allow sound energy through to the various acoustic elements behind them.

I also spent a fair amount of time with subwoofer placement, but in the end it became a bit of a compromise between sound and placement of furniture. Nothing a bit of signal processing can’t deal with, mind.

The rivers have already been turned into streams of shit, so all we need is a bit of pipework and we have arrived at the Tory dream, known as nightmare for the rest of us.

Master Handbook of Acoustics is your friend if you want to learn what to do to your room. Overkill for most, admittedly, but it contains everything you need to know.

The said stone may smell of piss. If it does not, I’ll be quite happy to oblige.

One thing I would add to the great advice already given is keep your kit clean. You do not want grease accumulating and catching fire.

I think there is another aspect that is important: limit the blast radius. Shit inevitably happens when you create something new and complex, and when it does, you’d rather minimise the impact where possible.