There's been a drought
It's here! The long awaited fifth Podcast is now online. Sorry for the ridiculous delay (also applicable to blog posting) and try to remember the fragile artistic nature of your author whilst clicking that refresh button every day in fits of rage at my apparent lack of productivity re all things MüVs. I can hardly blame England's predictably short world cup campaign for this dry period but I reserve the right to appropriate a certain amount of blame towards my considerable efforts during this time of drought.
For I, dear reader, have taken the noble step of reducing my intake of the clear stuff that is life's great mediator and replaced it with a diet mostly consisting of life's great inebriate-er, Ale. I have been encouraging those around me to do the same and have met with little resistance thanks to some glorious sunshine days and the welcoming arms of an open beer garden. However, even my hardened eyes widened at the sight of a yard of the stuff spilling from the lips and returning from the stomach of recent 'stag' Ben on his last weekend of freedom (no photos I'm afraid ladies).
There's something about the first beer on a Friday. It's slightly cooler than Monday's, crispier than Tuesday's; everyone knows Wednesday is a day off and somewhat sharper than a Thursday pint. No one has ever remembered a Saturday beer by the way.
No, Friday's first is a belter and that's really where it should end, just have one on a Friday and you'll have a much better weekend all round. Of course, that's rarely the case and as the evening moves from dusk to darker all kinds of weird and beautiful ideas will make paths from the lands of 'best left alone' and into to the well documented 'what a great idea' part of your brain. And it's only a Friday ale that allows you to follow these through:
This is the only photographic evidence (I hope) of Barney and I having just one of those Fridays. The now infamous 'Pissed Podcast' is destined to become a collectors item and after listening to some of the footage, certain to be an extreme rarity.
NEWS: Chav Song has been heard on the playlist in Virgin records on Oxford Street. It may be a tie in with the Pulse Rated download store for unsigned artists so please, if anyone still buys their music from a proper shop and is in Branson's anytime soon, keep your ears to the ground and let us know if you hear anything.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes...sorry it's been a while, there's been a drought.
Ta for now, The MüVs xx
For I, dear reader, have taken the noble step of reducing my intake of the clear stuff that is life's great mediator and replaced it with a diet mostly consisting of life's great inebriate-er, Ale. I have been encouraging those around me to do the same and have met with little resistance thanks to some glorious sunshine days and the welcoming arms of an open beer garden. However, even my hardened eyes widened at the sight of a yard of the stuff spilling from the lips and returning from the stomach of recent 'stag' Ben on his last weekend of freedom (no photos I'm afraid ladies).
There's something about the first beer on a Friday. It's slightly cooler than Monday's, crispier than Tuesday's; everyone knows Wednesday is a day off and somewhat sharper than a Thursday pint. No one has ever remembered a Saturday beer by the way.
No, Friday's first is a belter and that's really where it should end, just have one on a Friday and you'll have a much better weekend all round. Of course, that's rarely the case and as the evening moves from dusk to darker all kinds of weird and beautiful ideas will make paths from the lands of 'best left alone' and into to the well documented 'what a great idea' part of your brain. And it's only a Friday ale that allows you to follow these through:
This is the only photographic evidence (I hope) of Barney and I having just one of those Fridays. The now infamous 'Pissed Podcast' is destined to become a collectors item and after listening to some of the footage, certain to be an extreme rarity.
NEWS: Chav Song has been heard on the playlist in Virgin records on Oxford Street. It may be a tie in with the Pulse Rated download store for unsigned artists so please, if anyone still buys their music from a proper shop and is in Branson's anytime soon, keep your ears to the ground and let us know if you hear anything.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes...sorry it's been a while, there's been a drought.
Ta for now, The MüVs xx
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