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What a weekend.

As promised we recorded the most recent episode of the podcast, cunted as rats. This was neither advisable nor pleasant. Frankly pouring a half a litre of sherry down your neck after drinking three large gin martinis is a feat of stupidity not to be repeated. As I write this I am still suffering from a hangover which has so far lasted two days.

However it seemed to go rather well, even though we were missing Andy – who had to go back down south for a family event – and it was interesting to see how Tom and me adopted complimentary rolls to keep it feeling the same.

Wow! I do write some wank.

The only problem we have now, is our podcasting host have suspended our account for “generating excessive traffic.” Happily I’ve managed to get the most recent episode shifted to a new host, so all is not lost. Hopefully tonight I’ll be able to find an alternative provider for our older yammerings.

This has to be the most tedious blog I’ve ever written. Let me try and rescue it.

Last night I had a dream  in which I was in a shouting competition with Brian Blessed. He was being very generous and even gave me a bottle of special throat tonic to give me every opportunity to win. Sadly I woke up before my turn to shout in the face of an old lady so I guess Brian won by default. A good thing too. Frankly a world in which Blessed wasn’t a champion shouter, would be poorer by far.

I’m going now.

Shouty *hic*

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