What Must Impulse? Hello and welcome to episode. And I am Jeff Norquhart and that's the weirdest way

I've ever started the podcast I've never done that in what 202 episodes because you just said

two and two jep god this is going to be an interesting one isn't it I am fresh from an online

controversy everybody I on Sunday I was out having a few beers with a missus. 19 years married, by the anniversary of that. Very proud of that. I mean, has there ever been a longer record of somebody punching above his weight? Still punching, still punching, still punching, after all these years. And I was out with a missus. And it was a Sunday and it was hot. And I thought, I don't want to get like super smashed. So I had a pint of Fosters and I was on my third one. And that kind of contradicts the super smashed thing. And it just looked great in the sunshine. So I took a photo and I shared it on Twitter. Probably the worst place to share. It just said, you know, is it time for a reappraisal of Fosters? And it turns out, um,

no,

a problem. it on Twitter, probably the worst place to share, just said, you know, is it time for a reappraisal

of Fosters? And it turns out, no, apparently to most people, I genuinely got people unfollow me.

There was angry abuse. There were people that just felt that they didn't really know me anymore,

who I was or what I'd become, or that I was, some people thought it was a character, as usual, everything I'd do is a fucking character, apparently.

And people are getting genuinely furious.

But I suppose it proves the Adrian Charles principle.

It's that people really do care about the small stuff.

You can talk about trans ideology or Brexit or the Northern Ireland, the Belfast framework, I fucking forgot what it is,

the Windsor Framework. This is a very well-informed political podcast, by the way. But I tell

something, you want to start a fight about anything. Just talk about your favourite lager.

There should be, this probably should be a podcast in itself. A little fact, if you are

part of the Liberal Metropolitan Elite, one of the delusions

that your misapprehensions even that you'll labour under is that I'll say to you,

well, you know, what's the best selling lager in the UK?

And you'll probably instinctively think something like neck oil, right?

Or you'll think Moretti, Peroni, or bastard broodog or, you know, punky fuckface.

But do you want to know what it is? Have I mentioned this before? Still Carlin. Still carling.

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