Summary: Shit. The farking Easter Bunny's been off with the boys burrowed deep all cuddled up, listening to Serial & watching The Jinx & has basically f'd up the delivery of The Nextmen podcast. We are shite. We know. That & the fact that half our crew have eff'd off to LA to list their own AirBnB & be sunny knobs like the rest of those Tidal gits (who we totally respect) but who are way too shiny to understand ordering a full English on Holloway Road at half two on aThursday reading a well thumbed redtop boobfest with the number 41 stalled out front. Sigh... There'll always be London in the Spring. Happy days you lovely folk. We call bullshit on none of you!
