"I remember the night my squat-mates and I stumbled into what was called the birdcage – for the graffiti around the window well, a room in a warehouse with a communal kitchen, full of skipped food. It also had a long stack-pipe on its side, flanked either side by couches and seats, exhausting smoke from a woodstove out the side of the warehouse wall. Lankum were playing on the couches, and there were many people gathered around drinking tea and coffee, or eating a bowl of vegetable stew." David Ryan
