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Obviously the Freemasons who are paying their way for extra content and the Illuminati who are speaking regularly in the group chat which by this point I'd imagine has become a document that we have to hide from the police. It's become feral, yeah. Yeah. How's things, mate? Do you know what? I must admit, I've had Olympics fever the last couple of weeks. We're going to be out of Olympics woods. but I feel like I'm admitting it because I think it's quite a like zone two centrist dad thing to like. Do you know what it feels like to me? And this is like, it feels a bit like Eurovision. You know what it's like it's sort of funny to be into it? Do know, like, it's almost a kind of like a gimmicky thing to like, you know?

Yeah, I know what you mean, yeah.

But you've got it, you've got the bug.

Yeah, I don't know what it was. And I'm usually very disdainful of stuff like this. And he think, I'm very cynical about like the kind of national pride. I thought the kind of sentiment around the 2012 Olympics where everyone was like,

the opening ceremony has made me proud to be British again.

Like I thought that was a load of old rubbish. I couldn't be dealing with that. But this time around, I have found myself being like, I really hope Keely Hutchkins and Wednesday 800 meters. What have you been watching? I've watched all sorts, mate. I watched all sorts. Last night, actually, this is quite bleak. Not bleak. Emma was away last night and I went to watch Stevenage play opening game of the season

Mm-hmm night. I watched all sorts. Last night, actually, this is quite bleak. Not bleak. Emma was away last night.

And I went to watch Stevenage play, opening game of the season. On the way home, because it was half five kickoff, took me ages to get home, blah, blah. Got home and I was like, I'm going to go and eat something out because I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to, like, you're like go home and cook and

the thing I'm going to put into my mouth

I'd rather I do it outside the house

rather than it's something I'm half pissed

and I want something disgusting

yeah I'd like I don't want to like go home and cook The thing I'm going to put into my mouth

I'd rather I do it outside the house rather than I'm half pissed and I want something to discuss Yeah I'd had like two pipes for it And I was like so I went to this um This like taco place in Luff Projunction that I'd been like ironed up for a bit but I'd never really bent in Went in went in Went to the like to get seated it went to the back and it was like a back room they were playing

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