Good morning, everybody. Welcome to your 11th of May, 24, Sunday morning love fest of the frontal lobes.

Good morning from Bali. Ooh, that's nice. You know, believe it or I've never been to Bali. I heard it's beautiful,

and the pictures look lovely. But I once played a Balinese fisherman in a play,

and my job was to seduce a tourist by offering her a giant fish.

And with my then-girlfriend, we stayed up all night creating a giant artificial fish,

which the director said sucked, and also simultaneously blue chunks at the same time.

So I ended up having to do the play every night as a Balinese fisherman.

I had a whole mating dance. It was really quite vivid.

And I had to offer her a floppy fish that was fresh from the market every night.

So that's my connection with Bali that I played many years ago, a Balinese fisherman in a play.

So there we go.

All right.

Because, you know, it's, I mean, obviously I was completely typecast as rugged Balinese fisherman guy.

I mean, that's just every second rule.

All right, so let's get to your comments.

Did you eat it after?

No, no, I really did not.

Not only did I not eat it.

Like, the only way you can eat fish is to not handle fish,

right? So, I mean, I used to go summers to Ireland to visit my relatives. I remember

across in the North Sea or the gap between England and Ireland, just this boiling, you know,

green sea. Green sea is never good. Green sea

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