Dear Gentle Listener,
Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Shae Butters, butler to alleged stars Christopher Rice and Eric Shaw Quinn. My incorrigible masters, both of whom purport to be New York Times best-selling novelists (although I've never seen a proper accounting of their respective book sales), have asked me to explain to you just what this little dinner party show of theirs is. In their not so humble view, it’s a tasty blend of celebrity guests, gossip, politics and whatever their sophisticated palates manage to spew forth for two hours, live, each Sunday evening at 8 PM Eastern, 5 PM Pacific. (They've even taken to calling their show a livecast. I'm still awaiting the first broken bones.) But in my far more detached and rigorous point of view, theirs is a weekly audio assault, an alarming stew of bad manners, rash declarations and noxious little beasts they refer to as their "special correspondents". But perhaps I'm just biased. After all, I'm the one who has to clean up after their mess.