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Simon Saint-Simon reads more excerpts from his best-peter-sellers ‘Cadavers’ and ‘Leap of Faith’.

‘What gays on tower stays on tower, reet?’

Artwork by Milla @ophelia_balls

01 Twisted Wires – One Night at the Raw Deal

Pirates On The White Channel by Simon Saint-Simon. Image by Milla G.

The finest butt-buckling swashcockler in Her Majesty’s Admirality gets shanghai’d by some salty boat bandits with HILARIOUS results

01 Chris Watson – No Man’s land

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Real cunt show here.

01 Fra Lippo Lippi – Say Something

Author reads excerpts from Simon Saint-Simon’s ‘Cadavers’

Artwork by Milla @ophelia_balls

Lather of frapes.

Leap of Faith – Brut Fruit Medley

Words: Armoured Train presents Simon Saint-Simon’s ‘Leap of Faith’

Psychedelic sexual jihad.

Words:

Chris Marker/Sandor Krasnar

Music:

Thieves Like Us – Desire

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Words:

Charles Bukowski

Music:

01 Riz Ortolani – No Mercy

Manchester, L’arc, 22th December 2008

Due to Crimble commitments (+ some badger cunt down the workhaus ST’ing me TB) and thimmanent return of the Fuhrer we are popping this one up you early. After all LUV Is a social disease and with this cameo kept tight to our breasts the pox continues to caramelise nicely, heading inexorably toward a state of near ubiquity. So before we temporarily close our Covenant for the holiday season, lets open up the Ark to the public one more time before Hogman cometh, and kick back to watch some nice Nazi faces melt.

Your beloved Freshwater Princes

x Martyrs x

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09 Spasticus Autisticus – Ian dury and the Seven Seas Players

(A tribute to my dear pal Stuart Watson. Safe journey and godspeed fair brother…)

Sketches of English Martyrs (I do like to be beside the seaside)

…Manchester, The Ark, 18th December 2008…

Howdy Kids! Fancy getting interfered with by taxi drivers? Of course you don’t but its tough tits now you’ve got so far as rank and thus renounced your sexually formative AM years for a regular serving of spunky chops in the PM. Our ears and mouths are full of pox.

This I’m afraid, only 3 podcasts in, is the end of innocence because, while I was away delivering international AIDS, I was temporarily ousted by a poorly-executed coup d’etat, instigated by none other than my cheeseball bounder of an engineer and his spastical compadre, o’wise known as Martyrs.

Unfortunately these angsty teenagers appear more concerned with swearing loudly, missing comic opportunities due to inebriation and accusing each other of being racists while defending their own ‘Britishness’ against the Otherness of each other’s mothers.

I can only apologise and move to reassure the listening public that they were only let live to air in kind with the neu-gesellschaft, inclusive Nazism that extends it’s embrace around the reanimated Variety Club of Great Britain. Normal service will be resumed as soon as I return from my frankly disappointing kwanzaa sex tour of self-discovery (and when I’ve stopped frothing).

Then I promise you I will surgically remove the errant Truppenfuhrung with an elegant pimp attack conducted by my infinitely more sophisticated schutzstaffel, what?

Your humble fuhrer

xxx

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01 Stoneboat – Sunburned hand of the man

The Second Cummings’ Second Sitting

Disaster: 091108

Manchester, 10th December 2008

Here I am! EVERYONE! Again at last, not first. Arbiter of the arbitrary. A happy medium you might honk on. Don’t fret darling. Just take in your pants and feel free.

High here in the temple, we’re suppin’ wet dog at the club kontiki and leak cystically from nightwatch fibrils only, only so we can raze the white bridge together. And leave all who flail themselves underneath her, drowning in the swell knees.

And other somesuch. Nonce.

Apologies for the interference with that last pox. Our colleagues in Athens are working to solve The Puzzle of what has happened to me as soon as possible. Until then listen low.

Good luck and Godspeed

aek

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