Well kids, it’s that time of year again. The trees are losing their leaves. The pavements are glossy with moisture. And the whole City’s having to dress like we live out in the feckin’ Sunset. But, fear not! Your valiant hosts have crawled through wind and rain, garbage and needles (and that’s just the lobby), passed countless stiff postmen who died where they fell, to keep our appointed rounds (“rounds”, get it?) with our listening public who so depend on us for this, their booze-addled fix of podcast diatribe.
Godfrey’s Pub Crawl: pat bar, part radio show, parts unknown. Featuring Meredith, our “Bartender to the Stars” and her gaggle of misfits, malcontents, ne’er do wells, once-functional alcoholics and anyone who wishes to give us a ring. Just like your local tavern, we’ll be talking to- and behind the backs of- interesting people from all crawls of life, all while we pour drinks from our bottomless fountain of genteel indignation. So grab your stool and belly-up ’cause the bar is set, low… REAL low.