God rest ye merry gentlemen, you fuckers...

So on Tuesday we reconvened for the final Perfect Ten of the year. Jupes had a cold that weighed on him like guilt does Catholics and sounded more impenetrable than my uncle; when he speaks to me I just about catch my name at the end of the sentence. Naturally, I smile and give him the thumbs up. That went swimmingly until the day he told me that his mother had just died, but I digress...

So we did Show 11, which is a feat in itself as we planned six and were then all out of there, but I think the prevailing good mood got the better of us. Show 11 went incredibly well considering Phill was coughing like he'd just been hit by a canister of mustard gas (which wouldn't be half as funny if he had been) so that was quite a feat in itself. An aside; we're now higher in the iTunes chart than I think we ever have been before, thank you all so much, that's the kind of fucking Christmas present I'm talking about (sorry, got an attack of the Westwoods)!

Anyway, we talked Bucket lists and all the things women have hit me with, time has helped heal those terrible scars, thank you, and then we sat around while the lovely Andre Vincent did his best camp Santa (is there any other kind?) for the following Festive 12. Phill did multiple takes with his jingle bells (true story, madam), he's like George Martin when he gets in a studio (wears a white coat, calls me Ringo...) and we were ready to go.

Andrew Collins and Richard Herring arrived, College with his perturbed furrow above the eyebrows and quizzical left eye and Herring looking like Santa after a three day bender of hookers and gin. What could have been more festive? The show goes up on the 22nd, either via us or the excellent podcast Horny Santa and Quzzical (as they're now known) do. They did theirs via Garageband (with loads of extras, there's a good five minutes of foul language at the beginning that's missing from ours) and we went the usual route of blagging the studio from the good folk at USP.

Suffice to say, it may well be the best show we've done all year (I can only speak for P&P Industries at this point), but it was damn good fun, all forty-five minutes of it and what a fleeting forty-five minutes they were. I listened to it last night and it sings, dammit! Actually, at one point we did sing, but I'll let you stumble across that for yourselves. So enjoy, we're done for the year now, in terms of podcasting at least.

Thanks for coming with us this far, have a bloody lovely Christmas, see you in 2009 for Season 2. We love you.
Phil(l)
xxx