Hello, it's Ian. Just to say, I know how bereft everyone is that there's not going to be a Wednesday

podcast in the future. So to ease you into this dark and bleak future, I thought we would give you a little bonus episode today.

A lot of you have been enjoying the drag names that Oliver Turner has been sending in over the past couple of months.

So I thought we'd do a short little podcast today, bringing them all together, a sort of Oliver Turner's greatest drag name hits, if you like. As you know,

I can't hold it together when I'm reading these out because I genuinely think that they are very,

very, very, very funny. And I know they're not to everyone's taste. Well, if they're not to your taste,

well, I suppose you won't be listening to this, will you? But I think if you ever get a little bit depressed,

and let's face it, we've all got a lot to be depressed about at the moment. If you ever get a

little bit depressed, just replay the next few minutes to yourself, because I guarantee that it

will bring tears and laughter to your eyes. Can you bring laughter to your eyes? No, of course you can't. You know what I mean.

Anyway, enjoy the next few minutes. And if you haven't laughed by the end of it, basically,

there's something wrong with you. Goodbye.

This is from Oliver Turner.

Dear Ian and Jackie,

in light of For The Many's recent interest in drag names,

as well as in honour of Ian's latest book,

I have mocked up some prime ministerial drag names.

Margaret Thatcher becomes Margarita Thatch.

Oh, that's good. That's good. Boris Johnson becomes Bo de Praffle.

Tony Blair becomes Tony Blair.

James Callahan becomes Jane Callahan Job. Jane Callahan Job.

Hand job. Callahan Job. Oh, I see.

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