So, as the usual end of year show turned out to be a logistical impossibility, we knew we needed to do something different. So I fucked off to Chris Spann's house and wrote a fucking idiotic quiz, then got six people together and made them sit through it.
THE TEAMS ARE:
Listen as they attempt to navigate the mind-shattering gauntlet that Chris and I have set for them, with nothing to gain but a vague sense of superiority because there's no fucking way I was paying up for a prize.
Huge thanks to everyone who joined us for the quiz, and to Chris for helping me write it. Probably wouldn't have happened without him.
SIDE-NOTE FOR REGULAR LISTENERS: This might be the last thing that we put up for a bit, as we've got some stuff to work on. All will become clear soonish, and we're not going anywhere or anything. Bear with us.
HAPPY NEW YEAR. x