| 00:00 - 00:03 | So Quinoa will be on a flight on 17th, Harper on |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | 20th from Denmark, flying in |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | direct to Leeds from all |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | over the world. We are trying to arrange |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | a date to get the band together at Christmas time. |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | But isn't Runce heading to Ireland? |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | What do we do about Runce leaving? |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Lead Singer...... |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | .....nobody...... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | .....nobody is able to commit to a date that works. |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | The boys are all over the place. |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | I want to speak to band members only |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | I'm at the end of my tether. |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | Like it or lump it ye bastards |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | Are we fucking doing anything |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | I found a fucking big band night at fucking BiBis |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | and not one single cunt responded |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | that they could make it. |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | I'm sick of the lot of you. Lack of commitment |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | from the entire band. |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Lead singer we are trying our best to accommodate everybody's needs |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Are you bollocks, none of you have even confirmed a date |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | Lead singer, it is complicated with travel arrangements |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | Why is Runce even going to Ireland in the fist place |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | He knows about Xmas do |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | And don't get me started on Corner |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | been quiet the last few days |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | on the brink of hoyed from the band |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | Jamo and his bloody lefty ways |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | and Langers Long Shins. |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | Couldn't organise a piss up in a brewery with you lot. |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | I've had it up to here, end of my tether |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | Out of the band the lot of you |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | I'm going solo |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | I am the frontman, I am the star |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | I'm going to BiBi's on my own. |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | On my own I tell you |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | bloody Xmas do |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | I'm the only one with any |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | cunting commitment around here. |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | Bollocks to the lot of you! |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | ...... |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | The band is no more. |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | How can I be the frontman of this shambles? |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | I'm out. |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | Solo career for me... |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | ....and a solo Xmas do at BiBi's |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | Get rodded the lot of you, |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | bollocks to ya |
