The Fall. The Boiler Shop. Newcastle Upon Tyne. 23rd October 2017. “Hanley, I’m turning off’. (Unfortunately not an MES quote). Intro Wolf Kidult Man Over Over Fallsound FolDeRoll Blindness/ Brillo Groundsboy New Facts Emerge First One Today Stout Man Dedication Not Medication 2014 Auto Chip Suffering Ah Ah I’m not From Bury. Off stage Mr Pharmacist Outro Again huge thanks to Phil (take the Leeds people out of Leeds) Hardy for taping this and also recording in depth detail how he steals paper scribbling from the stage and how shit Sunderland, and let’s face it how shit Leeds United are compared to the super magnificent Southern Brighton and Hove Albion. But I digress. Phil has apologised for his abandoning his post during the Mr P encore and appears to be more concerned about reminiscing with long lost friends and shit football teams. Thankfully it was only Mr P. If he’d talked over a brand new song he’s be in my office first things and got the sack. I’ll forgive him. This recording not as crisp as Wakefield for some reason, but maybe Phil not quite in the right place? It’s just fine though. Mark looking a whole lot better than Wakefield as well so everything looking good for the rest of this year’s gigs. The Fall simply cannot end. What happens to musically retarded people like me when The Fall end? I’ll have to get an allotment and grow pumpkins and potatoes. Fuck that. Anyway, I digress, and who knows, even I might make a Fall gig before the end of the year? I’m looking at the Dictionary Pudding promoted events as my adopted son lets me have access to the rider when MES isn’t looking. I’m on an economy drive at present due to domestic indifferences and may have had to sell my cat Garfield, or just eat him? I’ve already eaten the tropical fish. But I digress. MES is on the mend and Pam always on hand to add some vox when he’s had enough. As you’ll hear. So don’t you get worries at all. Hanleyfender XX Linage = Sound Professionals-CMC-9 microphones – Tascam DR 07 – Audacity (down to 16bit) - Wav Editor. Recorded by Phil Hardy and again I have absolutely no idea where he was fucking standing. Probably in the bog having a piss. XX