The Hand Loom Lament Radio Hour
I'll level with you.
I was drunk. My mate Sarah txts me at about 3 in the afternoon. I'm flat broke, dole day aint for another week, I'm proper surviving on shoplifting/asking my girlfriend to cook for me/hanging around outside the Noodle Bar in town loitering with intent, hoping my number one cosmic ordering wish will be heeded by the planetary overlords...
... but no folk ever take their eyes off their chop suey in time for me to make off with it. Fair enough. Shit is like 6.50.
Anyhow, Sarah invites me to the bar round the corner from my flat, and she's buying. Between her and another nutter I know (this ones Italian, which makes him even more bonkers) we get absolutely Summerslammed on pink wine. Sarah legged it off somewhere quite unexpectedly, me and Enrico watched the football. Lovely.
The next day I woke up next to a full bottle of wine. I drank that wine. At some point, my mate Tim came over with another bottle of wine. I drank that too. In the studio Earthly Matters were on it. I drank more.
This show is the result of a two day binge. It is, therefore, not for the faint hearted.
It was meant to be about the concept of friendship, but I circumnavigated all that by playing a whole hunk of St Vitus and Heresy and shit.
Don't really remember much from half an hour in.
Go forth. Be brave.02:00 - 03:00