Quality undercoat for exterior stone and wood. With Martin Kemp from Spandau Ballet.
In which my potty-mouthed satnav tries to save me from Swindon’s finest.
A certain curtain.
Murdoch spouts poppycock. As per…
Insomnia: the worst drug available to humanity. Just say no…
The art of parties (deconstructed): “Do you think we could have Demis Roussos on?”
“She’s dry as a witch’s tit, sir!” Some bank holiday cheer for anyone feeling a little under the weather…
Nightmares, agitation, global confusion, sweating, fast heart rate. You looking at me?
“We live in a Faustian, Brechtian, Kafkaesque garden of insanity. And I kinda like it…” Recorded to an audience of nil at Cottage Donnington (thank you, Sally) after a regrettably inexpensive bottle of Tesco’s finest. You get what you pay for: this audio is free.
“I’d give it at least a couple of hours.” This is what I’m up against, I kid you not. Featuring Louise Yates, totally nailing it as my nemesis.