It’s just over a week until our album launch, and we’re proud to say that we’ve sold over half our tickets already – thanks so much for your support.  If you haven’t bought and don’t want to miss out, click here and buy your tickets now – we’d love to have you there!

Things are still very busy here in Streepville – which is sort of ironic, because according to the Internet, Streepville is a coal mining ghost town, so I don’t see it being very busy there at all.  Anyways, we’ve hardly had enough time to record our weekly podcasts or even brush our teeth, but before you think we’ve fallen off the planet, I’ll quickly update you with some upcoming Streep gigs...

We don’t really have any good news to deliver in this week’s newsletter.  I think we peaked too soon last week.  News of our trip to the UK was too high on the good newsometer.  We’re going to have to have a week of bad news to make up for all the recent goodness... so... let’s begin...

Yes – it’s newsletter time – your little catch-up with what’s going on in the world of The Brothers Streep.  This is like when you’ve bumped into a friend in the shops, and you haven’t chatted for a while, so they start filling you in on things that you’re not particularly interested to hear about, but you don’t want to jeopardise your friendship, so you start to find yourself saying things like, “No no no, I’m not in a hurry, please do tell me more about how last week you discovered a tiny bicycle in your Chicken Cordon Bleu.”

Dylan and I had a meeting in town today, so whilst we were in the area we decided to have a quick game of Putt Putt.  My levels of co-ordination were at an all time high in the first half of the game, beating Dyl by one in the front nine.

My unprecedented success unbalanced the universe for a bit, and for a while, the very essence of life as we know it began to fall apart.  Jamie Oliver began speaking without a lisp, Jacob Zuma vowed to live a life of monogamy, and Oprah Winfrey decided someone else could be on the front cover of O Magazine.  Fortunately, in the back nine, I dropped enough shots to be beaten by seven, and the universe was restored to its usual form.