In the first part of a two part episode Stilletto in left in a state of agitation by the requests of three unruly clients.&nbsp;

Ep 015 The Cuddle Pt1

An appologetic Stilletto sees what was hidden from himself in the conclusion of this two part episode

Ep 016 The Cuddle Pt2

How was "String 'Em Up" written? Here is a recording of the conversation that inspires the first MWV single.

Ep017 The Cab Driver

Available on iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/men-with-ven/id849611303

Released by IRL Dec 1
Published by Eagle-iMusic

Every year, families across Britain desperately attempt to unite the generations in a ritual of festive peace and harmony and you know what? It never works. 

MEN WITH VEN explode the tinsel myths and unleash THE WORST CHRISTMAS EVER, the definitive report from the Yuletide war zone.

Santa’s been wanting a new theme tune for years now and Men With Ven step up to cross it off his list.

Bring on the Christmaspocalypse…

Directed by David Barratt
Written by Clift, Barratt, Marsh, Farmer

Trumpet: Justin Mitchell 
Kids Choir: Stan Lawton, Izzi McWillian & Tess McWilliam
Recorded and edited at The Abattoir Of Good Taste Whitstable
Mixed at Dan Swag's Emporium of Musical Delicacies

Grandma lost her teeth 
She was blowing the trombone 
She found it a skip 
As she was walking home 
Dad went to pick her up 
But one of his tyres was flat 
Mum got so distracted 
She tumble dried the cat
Then the Christmas tree caugh fire 
The presents went up in smoke 
We couldn’t buy another thing 
Cos we were stony broke 
Me mum said it’s the thought that counts 
Aunty Val began to blub 
So Uncle Keith said, ‘blow this! 
I’m going down the pub.’

It was the worst Christmas ever 
No turkey, no crackers, no beer 
It was the worst Christmas ever 
Since last year 

The tropical fish were boiled alive 
The dog pissed on the twiglets 
Instead of stuffing in the bird 
Me mum left in the giblets 
The sherry was like vinegar 
The gin was more like bleach 
Grandad sang the ‘The Red Flag’ 
And ruined the Queens Speech
The neighbors had gone away 
On holiday to Crete 
But they left a CD of Susan Boyle 
Playing on repeat 
Our sister Mary and her kids 
Drove us up the wall 
The dog ate some of Granddad's pills 
And pebble dashed the hall

It was the worst Christmas ever 
No turkey no crackers no beer 
It was the worst Christmas ever 
Since last year 
It was the worst Christmas ever 
A lot of grief and not a drop of good cheer 
It was the worst Christmas ever 
Until next year
The heating, the telly 
The fridge all went on the blink 
And Uncle Keith got off his face 
And puked Mary’s mink 
So auntie threw the gravy boat 
All over Uncle Keith 
We cut into the Christmas pud 
And there were Grandma’s teeth

It was the worst Christmas ever 
No turkey no crackers no beer 
It was the worst Christmas ever 
Since last year
It was the worst Christmas ever 
A lot of grief and not a drop of good cheer 
It was the worst Christmas ever 
Since last year 
Until next year 
Same every year
Happy new year.

Interview on The Milk Bar (Radio Wolverhampton)

MWV track Kiss It Better played on The James Whale show March 6 2015.

James Whale Radio Show March 6 2015

Carl Being interviewed by Alex Lester on Radio Oxford for Mother's Day.

Carl's Interview on Radio Oxford

Men With Ven's debut on R4's EU Referendum coverage.

MWV On Radio4, Oct 16, 2015

Dave's interview on Channel Radio with Craig Avery on Oct 21 2015.

MWV CRAIG AVERY INTERVIEW on CHANNEL RADIO

Performed by Mark Arden

Glastonbury.
I’d prefer it if you didn’t mention Glastonbury actually.
Not good... not good at all.
 I was there once during the 2nd Gulf war. 

I found myself surrounded by what could only be termed as hippies... 

Old hippies. Young Hippies. Fat hippies. Thin hippies. 

Baby hippies in hippie buggies pushed by overly nippled hippie mummies in hip-hugging trip hop skiffies.

Yuppie hippies, slap happy hippies. Non-Hippies disguised as hippies always smiling like authorised retro-hippies. 

Stoned hippies eating hippie food made out of home grown natural hippie fibres, drowning in their own day-glow facepaint, knitting solar panels out of their own organic poo. 

Hundred and thousands and millions and billions and zillions and quintillions of fucking hippies. 
A spaced out universe of hippies. 
I was being sucked into a hippie black hole. 

It was the hippie apocalypse.

Ep 018 The Glastonbury Apocalypse.

Dave being interviewed on Siren Radio FM promoting THE WORST XXXMAS EVER

Dave interviewed on Siren FM Dec 2015

Remix of "May The Road" from The Men With Ven musical - Driving From Barking To Deptford - featuring Fenella Fudge, Shane Attwooll & Kenyon Phillips.

GLORIA 
May the road rise up to meet you, 
May the wind be always at your back. 
May the sun shine warm upon your face, 
And may the hand of a friend always be near. 

May you know nothing but happiness 
May true be the hearts that love you. 
And until we meet again, 
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.

May The Road (Greenwhich Meridian Mix)

Welcome to the apocalyptic knees up at the end of the world. 

Three men and nearly as many chords, on the road from Barking to Deptford. Telling it the way it is, in pubs and markets, treading the highway and the sticky carpet.

May The Road (Greenwhich Meridian Mix)

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