Over the squeak of the windscreen wipers, Martin recalls the problems The Fish Brothers have had finding places to stay while on tour. After bringing happiness to the bedsit of Dr South and witnessing the amazing abilities of The Puke Maiden, the band are led astray by an accommodating young lady. Memories of a triumphant gig at Leicester Grabme Balls follow fond thoughts of the Sheffield Shit and the continental shelf system, and the podcast ends on a historical note with a tribute to the keeper of King Henry VIII's stools.
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A shit fit for a king
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