It’s an extravaganza of silliness, frequently fronted by my own monodrama (although not this week). But the spectacle doesn’t end there.
I want you to have the aural equivalent of a tableau vivant so you’ll hang on to every sound of each epic episode that I slip toward your incus.
It’s a gasser when we’re together, like a pageant of preposterousness that you can hardly believe is real.
Thankfully the archive reminds you that it really happened each and every week at Bubbles in the Think Tank.