Well as Wotan and Woodsy attempt to lay down the basis of the next radio show, its becoming abundantly clear that Woodsy does have an obscure form of tourettes and the first eight takes on the forthcoming show have been rendered unbroadcastable as the afternoon swiftly devolved into a Derek and Clive style session. Woodsy has clearly been partially possessed by a demon from his big box video nasty collection and only healthy doses of vinly delivered Wishbone Ash and Rush appeared to calm him down. Fearing for my life and an assualt with the Johnny Seven, I would just like to make this brief plea for sanity before the curry and beer arrive and it all descends further into swiftian scatalogical profanity and utter blokey nonesense.
Help me mother, ive been a good boy really, please dont let it end this way.... ps, my body is probably in the post box in the garden.