Flat circle of time, redeem me, reveal me to the self I was meant to be, and guide me down the mystery road that runs along the cliffs.

By starlight and stranger's glance, enchant me now to the moon underwater. Salutations are platoid. Salutation are plenty to you, good Sir Robin, and everyone else.

It is I, John Robbins, landlord of the moon underwater here, and we are within the moon underwater,

and I have to say, there's an awful lot of peltz knocking around.

Here in the moon underwater we invite a guest every week to create their dream pub. We're very excited about this week's guest. But before then, Robin and I have to touch base. We have

to touch pints. We have to touch, touch heads, shoulders, knees and toes of all things

Publy. Robin, how find yourself? I find myself, well, it's lovely to touch your base. Yes.

It's nice to be back in the moon underwater and what's been, you know, a fairly eventful week for us,

pubs-wise. What did we get up to last night? Well, I'm still feeling

some of the after tremors of the pub quake. But we went to Oxford, where we had been asked to

give a talk to some of the students to inspire young minds.

And instead of inspiring young minds, we sort of explored our own minds at quite some length and depth, going back to the college bar and a couple of pubs.

But we talk at some length about this on the upcoming Behind the Celladour

podcast.

That's the bonus podcast for Patreon subscribers.

So if you would like to hear Robin and I really sort of talking ourselves into an emotional

corner about nostalgia, the past, time travel, longing, desire, youth and age.

And baggy trousers.

And baggy trousers.

This sounds like an Edinburgh show, that, isn't there?

It does.

Then you can head to Patreon to support the moon under water

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