A fiery sun falls into a calm ocean, ending its day an expectant audience sit in the agora, awaiting knowledge and wisdom. The philosopher steps forward, drawing his gaze from the Acropolis to the gathered few, he sighs, stroking his moustache and beard. He prefers to bring thought, to pose questions, and understand exactly what the hell is going on. Soon, the pregnant pause becomes the ultimate chaos. The world crumbles, following the sun into the sea. Words fill the air, only to be long forgotten. Three lifetimes of wonder and nonsense reduced to questionable audio quality. Witnesses would gladly drink hemlock just to end it all.

 

Greek wine. That's what we talk about. With the exceptional Mike Boyne.