If you missed last night's interview with the band on Moorlands Radio, here is a recording of it in its entirety. The interview was carried out by Glyn Andrews, and includes exclusive play of 3 tracks: an exclusive remix of Staring At The Ark from our first album Where Angels Fear To Tread, and Sounds & Silences and We're Not Alone from our 2011 sophomore album We're Not Alone.

I'm listening back to our interview on Moorlands Radio. I think it went pretty well. The band consensus is that was only because no-one gave me the opportunity to digress at great length. Of course I have this blog for that.

Thanks to Glyn for having us on his show. We look forward to going back for a live session, at which we may or may not cover Good King Wenceslas on the banjo.

Geeks might like to know we recorded the stream using, among other things, VLC Media Player. You can never have too many media players: for playback I'm using Bangarang, because it has a cool name and came as standard with my distro.

Whatever your player of choice, Martin's radio-friendly mixes are coming through loud and clear. He struggled to shorten them, because VP songs are very much about telling a story. The best ones have just enough gaps for the listener to fill. Some of the stranger ones have too many gaps!

Martin has also been busy updating the site to reflect that our new CD is now available. It makes an ideal Christmas present, in that you won't have to scrum down on Christmas Eve to get hold of your copy.

Nothing like actually newsworthy happenings to get the blogging pulse racing.

I just got back from my favourite Indian restaurant in York. I won't name them here to spare their blushes. The extractor fan in their kitchen packed up and the dining area filled with smoke, accompanied by an alarm.

The best of it was that, despite much coughing and spluttering, everybody kept calm and carried on. A concerned mother took her children outside, and rightly so, but the rest of us toughed it out. Said one diner to the room, regarding their breathing difficulties: 'Stop faking it.'

Now if that happened in Germany, everyone would have taken it in turns to quote chapter and verse of their legal rights. But in Blighty everything is honky-dory until proved otherwise.

Still, if it had proved fatal, I would have considered it an excellent way to go.

Perhaps I shouldn't draw attention to this sort of wrong-headedness, but I especially enjoyed the assessment of the difficulty level. The implication being that any fool can do it.