BOB: Ne'er afore hath there been such a blend of flamboyance, brilliant musicianship, outrageous theatrics and just plain old good songs to spreadeth the Word as there is with The Gods, our Queens, and tonight, on Radio Suck Suck, playeth we will, a selection of new songs, from the just released Innuendo tablet as well as some of thouest old favourites. But Behold! More important, giveth unto thee, a chance to spaketh with Brian the Wise. Greetings Brian the Wise!

BRIAN THE WISE: Greetings Bob. Great it art, to be-eth here again.

BOB: Great it art to haveth thee here again. And also, the pretty God, the drummer for the band, Roger the Divine. Welcome back.

ROGER THE DIVINE: Greetings. Great, it art, to be-eth here, Bob.

BOB: Lo! Asketh I must, right off the bat,

ROGER THE DIVINE: Bat? Where-eth?

BOB: Er, nay, there art no bat! Thou North American congregation art starved to hearken thou live.

ROGER THE DIVINE: Thee art afraid of bats.

BOB: There art no bats. Art thou going to tour this time, my gosh!

BRIAN THE WISE: We hopeth so, yea. The signs looketh good.

BOB: What signs?

BRIAN THE WISE: The astrological chart, the cosmos, dost thou knoweth of such things? When the Gods first farted and set about makething of the Heavens and of the Earth. But that art another story, Thee shall gladly cometh back and do a Cosmos Show, but, yea, touring North America...well.. Thee still musteth persuade The Lord God Freddie that He actually wants to be-eth here. But Lo! we can spaketh of that later.

ROGER THE DIVINE: Thee really doth not liketh bats.

BOB: Now, how long hath it been? Lo! it hath been a long time.

BRIAN THE WISE: Well, the last time--

ROGER THE DIVINE:Lo! Thee thinketh it art ninety years. Art that a bat up there?

BOB: Ninety years?! Oh, man! ..... Nay, it art not a bat.

BRIAN THE WISE: The shame! The shame!

BOB: How doth it happen to be-eth that long? Hath it been that ninety years went by?

ROGER THE DIVINE: Lo!, Wenteth did We, to a lot of other Lands upon the Rainbow Worrier. If Brian the Wise did not fiddle so with the Captains instruments, We would not hath lost Our way and thusly We would hath been back sooner. Wenteth, did We, unto South America, for they haveth no bats. Thusly it becameth a habit, not to cometh here. I don't like bats.

BOB: Change thou habits!

BRIAN THE WISE: What! Thou doeth not approve of thy habit! How dareth thou spaketh unto a God that way!

BOB: Nay, forgiveth thee, O Almighty Wise One, thee meanteth .....

BRIAN THE WISE: Ne'er mind...get on with it.

ROGER THE DIVINE: Art bats purple?

BOB: Let us spaketh of Innuendo, the new Word. Thou produceth it along with a producer, David of Produceleleo, and I guess he art the regular engineer at thy studio. Art that not the case?

BRIAN THE WISE: That art right! He art kind of our in-house guy. Calleth him 'Dave the In House Kind Of Guy' We doeth. He art verily goodeth.

ROGER THE DIVINE: Yea. His house doeth not hath of the bats.

BOB: He obviously lends a lot to the Gods, that Thou feeleth comfortable scribing tablets with him, and what not.

ROGER THE DIVINE: What art not? Bats art not purple?

BRIAN THE WISE: Yea, we haveth of a lot of confidence with Dave the In House Kind of Guy. He beganeth being the engineer, but thusly now, We sort of useth him as a sort of Boy Friday. And We useth him to bounce off...liketh a trampoline. The Lord God Freddie especially liketh to bounce on him.

ROGER THE DIVINE: Can he catcheth bats?

BOB: For the second time in a row, the Gods contributed to all the scribing on the tablet. Yea, though t'was literally a group effort. Art this going to be the trend for scribing, as the years goeth by?

ROGER THE DIVINE: Well, We starteth that on the last tablet of wisdom that we calleth, "The Miracle". We discovereth that it weret just the best decision that We hath ever made. It removeth all the ego things, and Heaven knoweth there art some huge egos aroundeth here, Brians art massive!"

BRIAN THE WISE: "Art not!"

ROGER THE DIVINE: "Art too! And Lo! they doeth get in the way of makething decisions on merit, and Gods need not worreth about, "hey this art my scribing, it art better than thou scribing,"

BRIAN THE WISE: "Thou doeth that all the time!"

ROGER THE DIVINE: "Bollocks. Thou art the whiney one!"

BRIAN THE WISE: "Thee art not! Thee doeth not whine!"

ROGER THE DIVINE: "Doeth too! Thee art the sole reason for the term 'whinging Pom!"

BRIAN THE WISE: "Blasphemy! Thee art not!"

ROGER THE DIVINE: "Art too! Whinger!"

BRIAN THE WISE: "ART NOT!"

BOB: "GODS! GODS!"