..and on the 8th day


God eventually woke up with a diabolical hangover..


popped a glass of alka seltzers..

shouted out at a bunch of irritating fey harp pluckin angels


then banished them to the coldest wettest most dreariest regions of the British isles..

he told 'em to fuck off and find their own snakes and apples..



thats how celtic music and cider got invented..


honest.. swear thats the truth..


its probably in the bible in an appendix somewhere in the back pages..