
Hello fiddlings.
O, we were giddy, we was. A good, hearty show for you, then; soup-like, but only in the refreshingly tasty way rather than with a gloopy/glutinous consistency. Winter Vegetable, perhaps, or Leek & Maris Piper Potato. Maybe, even, Broccoli & Stilton. You decide. Afterall, it ain’t us doing the eating up of now is it? No, tha’s right, we is simply serving wenches, living off tips & the grim, yet welcome, sexual pleasurings, from vaguely attractive, just passing through customers, against the hood of a beaten up Mustang, out back during a smoke break.
*sigh*
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Oh, gosh.
Drunk Country House Studios, replete with new mic rig & mixing desk, suffered some this week.
Twisted to tearing point mind melts, trying to teach Mr. Fisk the nicities of the art of staying just this side of ‘just so’, had your convivial one half of springwound like a fidgit. Nothing was real. Mr. Fisk’s universe bending mouth antics were nothing short of astonishing.
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Jackanory, tell us a story, is it?
This week, then, bloody hell. Sound issues, man-based illnesses, 100mph rambling about very little in particular, a brief appearance from The Woman of The House, an even briefer appearance of Toad, & an Amy Winehouse call to arms. Welcome, then, you, to The Waiting Room.
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Once again featured on this week’s perky nonsense, along with the omnipresent Mr. Toad (off of his whipsmart Song, BY Toad bloggerthon) & his equally potty-mouthed wife-type Mrs Toad, is the swoony chops of The Woman of The House imparting her limited knowledge on all things music. Not to forget, of course, the presence of the Scout Master himself one half of leading them all to their certain doom ‘cross windy hillock & dale of non-sequitorial plains.
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Hey Ho.
On this week’s The Waiting Room one half of is again joined by The Woman of The House, who (due to receiving favourable thumbs ups from Mr. Toad & in this here podpage comments) has taken to her new found ‘celebrity’ like toilet duck removes those hard to shift streak-stains.
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Hello You Little Buggers.
This week one half of + The Woman of The House traveled on April 3rd to The Music Club in Bristol to meet, interview & record a live show by Red Hunter of Peter & The Wolf (from Austin TX, not that Liverpool shower).
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& so, to politics.
This week Mr. Fisk, himself fanny-spat into the arms of a pre-Mugabe Zimbabwe, bumblingly musters the extreme brass orbs to wax lyrical on the relative ease of *ahem* life under the zero tolerance regime of the aforementioned murderous fucknut of a dictator (if the residents would only just ignore the politics & just get on with it - shades of Norman Tebbit, per chance?).
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This week’s cultural misfeasance what is The Waiting Room, continues to stumble ever onwards toward a serious contravening of the Trade Descriptions Act (1968), what with persistently dashing promises of professional maturity. Such lofty notions & ambitions can, one is assured, be stuffed up The Man’s pock-marked arse.
To the Skylark!
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Flippin’ ‘ell.
What a marvelous little show we have here, topped & tailed by them there lovelies Prince Edward Island.
Mr. Toad, off of Song, By Toad, has a lovely selection section also.
What are you waiting for then? Stop reading, get clicking, start listening. It’s that ‘king easy.
Ta.
x ½DC
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Hello Drunklings.
This evening ½DC has got un TWR très spécial for you; land an ear, then, if you will, to the seemed like a good idea at the time appearance of Drunk Country House’s cookin’ & a-cleanin’ & a-moppin’ female sort — or, The Woman Of The House as she is employed.
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