Jet-lag, gin and an eight hour time lag what could possibly go wrong?
Actually against all the odds (and yes I appreciate that most of the odds we face at TCD are self-inflicted) we have managed to get an episode together this week.
It’s very much a free-wheelin’ west coast vibe, that touches on some of the stuff we have been talking about recently as well as lifting the lid on one of the unspoken vices of rock’n’roll.
So wrap a tea towel round your head, channel your inner-Eagle and let #194 wash over you.