The all new Irish Psychedelic Sci-Fi and Surreal audio adventures of Captain Spud and his companion the silicon-based-lifeform- Ziggie- the CPU spider in a cosmic bubble.
As they tangle with the invading Android lifeforms from the eleventh Universe of Existence.

We are in the oldest Pub in the small town of Ballywheelie in County Cork- Ireland. The Pub is called ‘the Homunculus’ for all sorts of imagined reasons or rather as Goidelic legend records- this Public house was built on the very same spot that the fourteenth century defrocked Monk- Cannabinious- a man well versed in the Black Arts- who used a Magma Crucible- to commit his blasphemous sin of conjuring up an apparition. A little Demon. A Homunculus.

The all new Irish Psychedelic Sci-Fi and Surreal audio adventures of Captain Spud and his companion the silicon-based-lifeform- Ziggie- the CPU spider in a cosmic bubble.
As they tangle with the invading Android lifeforms from the eleventh Universe of Existence.

Captain Spud has invited the two Hit-women to a party at Wicked Wack Manor- but first they must visit the Satellite Supermarket in Ballywheelie to stock up with a few cans- bottles and Scotch Eggs.

The all new Irish Psychedelic Sci-Fi and Surreal audio adventures of Captain Spud and his companion the silicon-based-lifeform- Ziggie- the CPU spider in a cosmic bubble.
As they tangle with the invading Android lifeforms from the eleventh Universe of Existence.

Late to the Party yet again.
After an explosive supermarket shopping expedition will Captain Spud and the Hit-women finally make it to Wicked Wack Manor . . . ?

The all new Irish Psychedelic Sci-Fi and Surreal audio adventures of Captain Spud and his companion the silicon-based-lifeform- Ziggie- the CPU spider in a cosmic bubble.
As they tangle with the invading Android lifeforms from the eleventh Universe of Existence.

"Within U- Without U."
It has been six months since you smelly carbon-based Lifeforms had a chance to listen to the last twit. The long temporal gap was due to the WRITER getting kicked in the nuts by a reality boot.
Our WRITER lost his wife when an automatic Airlock door accidentally opened- expelling his Mrs into the vacuum of Space whilst she was diligently vacuuming the aforesaid Airlock with her Henry Hoover.
Bereft at the loss of the Henry Hoover our WRITER went into a creative decline until the CEO of WeirdAudioProductions generously purchased for the WRITER a brand new VAX Air Stretch- and what a sucker that machine is! The Stretch component means that all airlocks can be cleaned without the need of the operator being inside the airlock.
So Listen to the rather excellent (Twit 04) "Within U- Without U." of TwitterFEAR.ie- safe in the knowledge that all the Air Locks of the WRITER's abode are now sparklingly clean.
Twit 04. now has two new features:- a pre-podcast drink in one of the Doors of the Homunculus bar and an après performance drink or two at Wacka-Roodie's bar with some of the characters from the anti-clockwise mind of the WRITER.