Providing my histo-chip serves me correctly, this was recorded on a balmy summer's night back in 2006. Ah, those were the days... it all seemed so much simpler then. So, yes, you've guessed it, we're still plundering the original drunken recording sessions for our commentaries. On this occasion it is myself, John Hoare and Ian Symes providing the endless stream of wit, so do have fun and address any complaints you may have TO YOUR FUCKING MOTHER. Just a couple of technical hitches to point out - we're sorry for our commentary going out of sync at the start and I have no idea what happened at the end but it seems all our credits babble is lost in a sea of unpleasant static, so the ‘Cast does end a tad abruptly in order to cut that out.
