Ladies and gentlemen, two men from opposite ends of the physical, cultural and emotional spectrums, flats and shanks.

Hello everyone and welcome to episode eight of our weekly podcast number eight. I'm David Flatman. I'm Tom Shanklin.

I had Tom. How you doing? How are you?

Where are we? Tell us where we are at. My mother's house, which is very close to your house, but you have the cleaners around.

Cleaner. The fortress. So it's nice and quiet here. A little shrine of myself, obviously.

Yeah, so if you see the picture for this podcast, there's just shanks memorabilia everywhere.

You had a cup of tea, didn't you? I had a cup of tea. I actually know. I had a fake cup of tea for the picture, but then Shank said,

do you actually want a cup of tea in there? I said yes and he hasn't made me one. So, yeah, Panokeo has not made me a cup of tea.

But we're in Shank's mum's kitchen. It's a shame really because I could have asked you how I tasted.

I've been here before. Have a night. Always with you, though, Tommy. Never been here without you as far as you know.

Yeah, well. But it's a nice pub round the corner. You know my little sister's favourite, weren't you?

I was. Yeah, she was my favourite. Still is, actually. Still is in many ways. This is getting in appropriate now. So what have you been up to?

I've been up to, private quite a week, mate, to be honest. Busy one last week, didn't I, without 24 hours cycle?

Oh, yeah. And mate did it. We've splurged the only person I know that can cycle for 24 hours and put on weight. It's incredible.

It's incredible, yes. Well, I don't know. Nothing really this week. Hosted a dinner on Thursday night for a financial company called by Tholumye Hawkins.

Lovely place mate. It's called the Cornerstone in Cardiff. It's a redeveloped church.

Yeah. So the acoustic sounds were incredible and we had only men allowed. Sing a hood of them.

No. Who are they? A bunch of girls who got up now. Yeah. Men. They won last choir standing a few years ago.

They're a choir. Yeah. Right. But they're like a hip choir. You know, they're like making religion cool.

Well, hey, what's up, God? They're like the street Bible or whatever it's called. It's not cool. It's just not.

Oh, God, Banderan. Yeah. No, they were. They weren't last choir standing and there was about 30 of them back in the day.

But now there's only seven. So more manager go around, I say. Drinking may just cut off the stragglers throughout the day.

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