Episode 153 - Back In The Bath

A century and a half into the great project and you think we'd have the measure of one another by now. Yet we can still surprise one another. Craig comes out of left field with a wild opinion, Liam hates something but votes for us, and Matt (just like quasimodo) can't stand the bells.

In these troubled times let these descriptions be a lighthouse, a beacon, a big... thing I suppose, that can always be relied on to be entirely irrelevant and irreverent. WILLIES! There's also a podcast you can listen to as well as read this. Its episode 152 - come on, get on with it. Not many left now!

As this train trundles to the end of the line we appear to be picking up speed. Thats probably because loads of the bulkheads have fallen off, the windows are all smashed, and the electrics are totally shot. But part of that means we go on long circular rants like this, all for your amusement. OKLOVEYOUBYE!

A bumper episode this week, recorded in person no less! This is why you shouldn't get us all together very often; we just rant and rant! The most important thing this week? I could spoil it, but I shan't... but there's gonna be an announcement... soon my darlings...

This weeks the staff at ENOE Towers dredge through another 9 pieces of random nonsense from pop history, they deal with awful humans, and Liam mentions morse code fists (but never explains it). Plus we fall in love with Jim Dale and most particularly Jim Dale's best fans.

Less than 15 episodes to go, we'll be done by xmas. Will you miss us? Will you be as thankful as we are to get to the very end of the grand project? Some of these songs are getting OLD now. Number 3 is like getting punched in the face with a vodka redbull. No. Thank. You. Just keep swimming. We'll get to shore soon enough.

Let's shed all pretence of this being anything other than glib marketing. For some reason, episode 145 spiked with listeners. In this description I mentioned kung fu, ancient wisdom, craft (maybe its a beer thing), being nobs, and the title mentioned love eggs. I wonder if we'll get another massive spike (ooo er missus) if I put the same words in again. Have we discovered some magic formula? That being said, with only 100 or so tracks to go do we actually want any new listeners?!

Dropping into your Monday morning like the inevitable pret croissant and commuter traffic, the boys hope to  ring mirth, merriment and memories of Moss side to your day.

Honestly, the boys deserved their luck this week. They really can't be trusted. Or maybe like the ancient wisdom of drunken kung fu, they're actually masters of their craft and merely trying to wrong foot you. Or maybe they're just nobs.

We need to offer a public apology for Liam's use of the phrase that became the title of this week's drop from ENOE Towers. He'd had a packet of smarties and a froob and was far too aroused by the whole thing. Also, fear not dear listener, Craig did indeed develop a lovely tan. Plus we review some music.