Okay, folks, you are listening to the latest episode of Life on Planet Porky. Thank you very much indeed for joining us. It is of course December now. We're officially in winter, but we will attempt to try and keep you warm with the heat of the rocket that project us all to planet Porky.

And, of course, at the controls most of the time, rock chick ride to Extraordinary.

This Leslie Ann Jones, Leslie Ann, how's the universe looking on this fine day?

It's looking cool down this end. Yeah, the weather's changing,

that's for sure. But, you know, I quite welcome it. I quite like these closed-in,

foggy evenings. Yeah, so do I. If only it was the real world. And, you know,

thankfully, since you and I last spoke, it looks like the vaccine really is going to happen now and it's going to help us all.

Thankfully, we appear to be at the start of the end, so to speak, and life might return to normal.

But I cannot wait to get back into those quintessential Middle England pubs, roaring log fires and all that kind of stuff.

And one of these days, Ms. Jones, we'll get in there and have lunch in one of those great

hostelries.

But before we do that, I have to say to you that one of our favourite hostelries, actually,

in the whole of the world, is one in Connecticut called the Yankee Clipper.

And the Yankee Clipper is an old coaching tavern

in Connecticut, obviously, and has been there ever since the War of Independence. You know,

it's just a beautiful white clapper board building. And the people I used to go there with

were my old pals in Newcastle, Iva Key, who we talked about last week, who sadly

has passed on at the age of 85, had a good life either, and the gentleman who found him,

George Gordon, who, you branded as having expired and being dead, but I have found out he's not.

Well, he's turned out to be very much alive, and I feel desperate about this.

You should.

Because, you know, well, I wouldn't pronounce anyone dead for the sake of it.

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