We’re back, and this time Phil joins me at Derry and Toms to conclude our coverage of The Eternal Champion.
Turns out Erekosë is just a horny jock. Who knew?
Phil airs her dirty drawers and we find that if you’re being peer pressured into genocide you just need a bath, dinner and an intervention… it’s just so relatable!
After some unfortunate events transpired to delay us, Hussein and I finally got to recording The Final Programme Phase Two. We tested the technology, recorded online and, barring a slight hiccup at my end that was mitigated by using Zoom’s recording feature as back up, it all worked swimmingly.
The Eternal Champion Part Three (with Phil) is recorded too and I’ll be editing that this evening with the intention of getting it out tomorrow, with TFP pt 2 following over the next week or so.
Now I’ve figured out online recording and it actually worked (and by this I mean I figured out how to get a nice, rich(ish) recording rather than rely on a zoom recording function which has all the quality of a decent phone call), I’ll be looking to get more in the diary.
Those of you on Twitter and/or Instagram will have seen the poll that has identified The Warhound and the World’s Pain as Phil’s next reading homework and we’ll make sure we get to that in the next few weeks. I haven’t read it since the 80s, but my copy is the same one I took to Pops for reading material when he was in hospital approaching the end of his time. Quite apt really. Pops was gone many years before podcasts were a thing but without him I would never have been in the position to do this podcast so that will have some additional resonance for me. This is all really in his honour.
Autumn is upon us (or Fall for our American pards… interestingly I learned from the grey fees only a few days ago that the British nomenclature of Autumn is only a fairly recent thing (century or so) and prior to that we said Fall too, but I digress) and temperatures are plummeting up here int’ Bratfud ‘ills. Also the plague continues to ravage the land, resulting in local lock-downs being extended and national restrictions being implemented and seemingly changed about every 37 seconds. I write this on a Friday and I suspect by Monday it will be mandated that we may not leave our bunkers lest we don full rubber suits and gimp mask accoutrements to nip round corner for all remaining bags of wine gums to restock the kitchen apocalypse box (or, at a push, sports mixture).
Given that in-person recording seems to have fucked off again for a while (Phil and I excepted of course) I’ve dusted off the online recording manual I wrote* after trial runs with Hussein (see previous Patron extra) and Loz (see pending patron extra… well you can’t yet but you will soon) and we’ll be giving that a ruddy good going over to keep our steady, some might say languid, pace up. Hussein will be back in the saddle shortly, provided he stops causing mini-civil wars in the North-West of England. Loz and I will be coordinating a selection of stupid beers so we can crack on with part two of The Knight of Swords, and Phil and I will be shortly knocking out the final part of our look at The Eternal Champion. In the ‘to be pursued further’ pile, we also have the possibility of another ‘side-scursion’ into the realms of brutal WW2sploitation and a first dive into the realms of Moorcock-infused prog rock in the company of a true expert. So many pies, not enough fingers, or hours in the day.
Meanwhile, we’re spending this weekend in the entertainingly uneven seaside town of Skegness, the only place I’ve ever found a bucket and spade shop that also sells crossbows. They don’t know it yet but my intention is to co-opt my travelling companions into an impromptu game of Stormbringer and record it. I’ll let you know how that goes and if they don’t tell me to bury my head in the Skeggy dunes or take a crossbow to me, I’ll upload that next week as another patron exclusive.
Reet, as they say somewhere or other here in the North, I hear a transition approaching. Before I get whisked away, thanks again to Simon Perrins for another refreshed version of the BitR logo!
Take it easy pards, I look forward to setting you a table at the Terminal Cafe. Andy
Breakfast in the Ruins 