Foulkes and Sons S6 E4

Foulkes and Sons, S6 E4

“We are nothing without him” so said Max of our attempts to film ourselves, in the absence of Freddie, who was in the studio, editing one of his arthouse films, which tin can live seen on @cut_out_films

While Freddie followed his muse, we were left to our own devices, and, despite having positioned filming devices all around the room, the storm bunker of the ancestral hovel, as the abrupt modify in sound quality will inform you, we forgot to adequately accuse our microphones.

I suppose you could say it adds to the guerrilla charm of the whole undertaking

At least that’s what we are saying.

As a storm lashes the ancestral hovel we sample, a middle-aged, well matured, Cohiba Siglo IV – unavailable and unaffordable, it ticks all the boxes.

We also discuss the surprising, approachability, of some type of Bolivar, once again, marvelling at the capacity of the Cuban cigar industry, to confound our palates

Elsewhere, in an overly effervescent manner about my new discovery, FORTNUM&MASON sparkling tea. I was introduced to this at a delightful dinner, hosted in the arts and crafts style board room with its panelling, its tapestries, and its miniature Swiss chalet executed in Dark wood (and no, I am not making this up) Max, and I then disappear down a recondite, gastronomic rabbit hole, and discuss the Genesis of the scotch egg, and whether one needs to wear pantomime Scottish attire to consume a delicacy that, according to my well-informed son, came into existence nowhere near Scotland.

In other words, as ever, the highest standards of mirth and foolishness are observed