Okay, folks, you are listening to the latest episode, the latest chapter, the latest great adventure, on life on planet Porky, with myself the Portmeister, and of course, Ms. Leslie Ann Jones.

Leslie Ann, how are you this fine day? I'm swinging away here, Michael. It's

a other fine day indeed. You're not swinging from the chandeliers, Miss Jones. You know, it's a family

show. I've got any chandeliers. What do you want about? Oh, right. Okay. Or jumping off

of the wardrobe, whatever it is. Now then, yes, absolutely.

The mind boggles.

Yes, it certainly does.

What I was going to say is that only yesterday I ventured out and found an English hostelry,

found a table outside, very nice, had some pints of beer and some fish guisg it, fish gujons with, um, with chips and things.

Very, very nice. But it wasn't off blinking cold, I tell you. Um, you know, there's a wind blowing.

It's very cold. It makes it very unpleasant to, uh, sitting outside. If you're not in the sun,

and it's, uh, it's windy. And I, I, for the life of me, I can't understand the difference now

between people sitting outside at tables which are four feet apart and people sitting inside

the tables four feet apart. It's just, to my mind, blinking ridiculous and they should lift

the ban on inside drinking immediately. Well, yeah, I tend to agree with you. I went to the pub myself, actually,

trotted along to the Princess of Wales on Blackheath to sneak in, hadn't actually booked,

but thought we'd take a chance, and just strolled in and said, look, we haven't booked. Have you

got a table? Yes, we have. And sat outside.

They've got all those tall gas heaters that they liked when it goes, you know, and there were loads

of those around, and there was an awning and everything else. But it was still so cold. And it's very

hard to enjoy food, which is getting cold so quickly because you're outside.

That's right. I totally agree.

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