from a fortress near the sea

[Joey, on the act of creating] "It doesn't matter if it's good, it matters that it happened"

[Madeleine, on which minor deities they said they would be when they first started discussing the Solkats] "I said I was the goddess of muddy hems on long dresses. I think you said you'd be the god of... the moment ice clinks-" [Joey] "-at the bottom of a whisky glass"

[Joey, on finding the will to return to a hometown that didn't treat him well] "I'm different now, what have you got for me?"

BUT THEN IN THEIR MISREPRESENTATION POLICY THEY SAY YOU CAN'T COLLECT MONEY TO A BANK ACCOUNT THAT'S NOT IN YOUR BUSINESS OR LEGAL NAME. BUT MY LEGAL NAME INCLUDES DICK, WHICH YOU CONSIDER OFFENSIVE.

[Joey, on the act of creating] "It doesn't matter if it's good, it matters that it happened"

[Madeleine, on which minor deities they said they would be when they first started discussing the Solkats] "I said I was the goddess of muddy hems on long dresses. I think you said you'd be the god of... the moment ice clinks-" [Joey] "-at the bottom of a whisky glass"

[Joey, on finding the will to return to a hometown that didn't treat him well] "I'm different now, what have you got for me?"

I have mixed feelings about sharing videos of the gig, there was something so incredibly intimate and beautiful about it, but I also know how much their music means to people.

Here is my favourite moment from the night, everyone joined in singing Inkpot Gods, in a church in the middle of Hay, and it was just beautiful.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1mzi3toGLNzk1DSaE9C251IUkERAtAwW3/view?usp=drivesdk

this is a 1 hour 14 long uncut audio but if anyone wants only the songs, i can try to cut it when i get back home

Because when Crowley's in charge of designing his little angel cosplay, he dresses like an utter dweeb.

But Aziraphale really just took Crowley's outfit and shifted the hue 😂

"You're going to have to do it, Angel."

"Excuse me?"

(wriggles fingers) "Make me look like one of your lot."

"You can't be serious. Heaven is getting emptier by the minute and besides, it's not like a disguise would really fool anyone."

"Last time Muriel said I looked like a hornet. A murder hornet. The last thing we need is to get swarmed by a bunch of fledgling angels eager to make a head start on the next celestial war."

"Oh for the love of- Fine." (he snaps his fingers dismissively at Crowley) "There you go."

"You're not serious."

(defensively) "I am."

"Angel you've barely changed a thing."

"Yes, I have!" (He pops a mirror into existence to prove his point) "Look at yourself."

"You only gone and changed the colour."

"I also changed the fabric."

"Ohhh don't even get me started on the gold... is this polyester?-"

(outraged) "How dare you. That's Tela aurea, you utter philistine!-"

"I'm the philistine? You've turned me into a ... vanilla version of myself."

"Well I think you look nice."

(Crowley looks back and forth between his outfit and Aziraphale. His brow furrows in a way that makes it clear he's squinting behind his glasses.)

"What is it now?"

"Did you really match my jacket to your tie?"

"Not even remotely, my tie is actually a shade or two darker and-"

"And these cheeky little streaks you've added to my hair, was that to symbolize all the stress you've caused me-"

"I'm sure I have no idea what you mean-"

(smirks) "-or are you just marking your territory, can't help but notice the color is seems pretty close to your own hair-?"

(brightly and frantically) "Dear me! Would your look at the time, we really should be getting a move on-"

"Are you afraid some other angel might make a play?"