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'F' Off.

Last night, we recorded the discussion that will form the meat* of our 'F' instalment of The McCartney McAlphabet.

The episode's been in the offing since August, though we kept postponing it, though the will to record was always there. But despite the long hiatus, it was great to be back, although I don't think I played my A-Game - or should that be F? - tonight. I wasn't on form though the edit will reveal if this reads (and if there's a subject I can bluff whatever my mindset, it's Macca).

But despite my rustiness, it left me keen to get back in the swing of recording more episodes. I've been in the creative doldrums since I returned from the Fringe and desperately want to break the mental logjam with some new activity, and the podcast is a good start. It's an excellent way to stretch my mental legs (by which I mean 'the legs of my brain' and not some weird limb spasm).

It's also worth noting the lovely boost we had when we released our last episode about Electric Arguments, the excellent album by Paul's once-secret trance side-project, The Fireman, which was listened to and liked by the duo's other member, Youth. He was kind enough to share the podcast via Facebook, where he remarked, "Listening now, very good...goes deep into each song", and that we showed "very good insight". I'm just glad my gentle ribbing of his 1993 remix of Hope of Deliverance didn't anger him, though, as we reason in the forthcoming episode, saying a song's "very of the time" isn't really an insult.

*Not the best word to use when discussing such a staunch vegetarian.
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