Max may have Hey Lord Don’t Ask Me Questions ringing in his ears but it’s time for round 2 allthesame. So, today, Matthew, my pint (of Wickwar’s Bob) finds itself perched in the Cotswolds. It looks out upon the rollin’ hills that Van hymns so well. The Emerald Isle and John Bull’s Island share a common precipitation and the upshot is a beauty that defines the isles of and around our country. For now ‘tis summertime in England in all but name. Too Rye Fuckin’ Aye.