This was meant to be our song for Valentine’s Day this year, but it somehow just didn’t feel right putting it out on a day that is meant to be all about love. So, we decided instead to put it out after because, well, this song is about “after”.

The nights draw in. The chill starts to bite. It can only mean one thing … that for the next month we’re going to be repeatedly sprayed in the face with the omni-directional vomit cannon of Christmas advertising.

It’s that spooky time of year again, but there’s no need to fear the zombies, ghosts, werewolves, or witches because there’s actually something even more terrifying … potentially near-fatal encounters with masonry.

There’s a profound yet simple truth about the British: it’s okay if we don’t get what we want, so long as we can have a bloody good laugh instead. The snap election of 2017 more than delivered the goods.

Ahh, the general election; a time for debates, campaign speeches, empty promises, and self-important, D-list celebrities threatening to emigrate if the rest of us don’t elect the person they want to see in office.