In The Name of Pod

It's 12am and currently two of the Sundown team members are travelling back from seeing Arcade Fire at Alexandra Palace, whilst me and our soundman Chris discuss whether seeing Arcade Fire in a tiny venue would be better than seeing them in a huge venue, I quite like the idea of being a few inches away from Win and having the risk of death from his accordian as it accidentally bashes me in the head because we're SO CLOSE, and the rest of the band members teetering on the edge of a stage, having to keep jumping back up again to bang a symbol.
But y'know, taking photos on your camera phone from afar is fun too.
So Friday night we all did a podcast round Chris', Miss B drove us to Billericay, where she told us tall tales of her beloved Billericay nan and we all got to know just Who. Is. Becca? Yes, you'll be shortly able to listen to our podcast where we - basically - talk shit for 15 minutes leaving Chris with an incredible amount of editing to do afterwards. 'Twas me, Chesney (Cherryl or Cherry to you), Raymond, B, Chris and friend - Becca. Becca was visiting B and had been roped into holding a microphone and pretending to be Malcolm for the evening. Malcolm was a-resting his knee. We're going to do a new podcast soon and include some snippets of live Sundown recordings, interviews and special guests. So don't worry, it won't be us talking shite allll the time. A LOT of exciting news in the Sundown camp later which we shall be revealing very soon.

Right now there's footage on the tele of men playing recorders. See, this is what freeview is for, extra late night viewing, I'd never watch it during the day, just at gone 12am.
At our BIG BIRTHDAY BASH on the 25th, Miss B will be dressing up as a tea-lady with rouge cheeks and baggy tights, I'll be performing someone else's poem through the medium of sock puppetry. There will be mens large thermal t-shirts. Raymond is making jelly! Like, in cups.
*note to audience - Raymond won't actually be IN jelly. Although....no, don't go there.
We will be covering our soundman Chris in chocolate spread though and throwing him down a binliner shute. But y'know, that's what we do at every Sundown. He loves it.
Gosh there is going to be so much, balloons and banners, pixies and rabbits, spinning plates, poodles on unicycles, poodles spinning plates, midgets dressed as Ken Barlow, oh what larks!

I may have exaggerated about the last 3 or 4 things.
This blog has made me need to wee.

See you on 25th. Listen to the podcast. Forgive us for our wittering, and I'd like to personally apologise for umming and ahhing on it like the next stuttering Parkinson.
Til the next blog....

Chief. x