Join us, as for the first time, Bristol's prestigious MONTY awards are presented live on the future radio.

"You there boy, what podcast is this?" "Why it's the Folk Buddies Bumper Xmas Special sir." "Have they still got that mulled wine in the shop?" "The 3.99 microwave filth?" "Fetch it, and a shiny sixpence for your trouble!" "Please stop talking to me." 

In this found footage style episode, Andrew takes advantage of Clarrie's temporary absence to showcase some local venues.

In this super spooky Halloween spectacular Clarrie and Andrew discuss Bright Phoebus and The Wickerman, explore the science of box wine, and use the word hauntology. A LOT.

Through the power of radio, we travel back in time to May, where Clarrie and Andrew have just been to an Alasdair Roberts concert.

As demand for a more reasonably sized podcast grows, Clarrie and Andrew release this mixed bag of witterings covering everything from opera to coffee shops and clocking in at well under half an hour.

In this episode, recorded entirely on location at the Village Pump Festival in Trowbridge, Clarrie outs herself as sickly and Andrew tells the Worst. Joke. Ever. Also featuring special guest star: Tim the roadie.

With Clarrie out of the picture for a few weeks due to illness, Andrew steps into the breach with an account of his solo adventures at the Hatfield Folk Festival.

Another artist themed episode from the Folk Buddies, as Andrew tries to convince an understandably skeptical Clarrie that Luke Jackson is folk music's second coming. 

A big thank you to Luke Jackson himself, who very kindly gave permission for his music to be used in full. Go and buy his albums: 

http://lukepauljackson.com/

Spotify playlist:

http://open.spotify.com/user/critical_miss/playlist/22njGoak0zCPVAnwbMF1fG

Andrew goes to the Priddy folk festival, where he describes everything as 'kind of gypsy, klezmer-ish'. 

(This podcast was recorded using very basic equipment, so the sound quality is poor and the editing is almost non-existent. Stick with us, we'll be back to exquisitely produced nonsense next week).