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Oh, hello there, regular features readers.

It's me, Gav.

And I am on my yearly ramble around not Wales, but London.

Um, sadly, I wasn't able to record, uh, the ramble must, um, when I was back home for Christmas in Wales because my name is Gavin.

And I'm not sure if you haven't to switch on or try to switch on BBC during Christmas

time. But if you had, then you would know why it was quite hard for me to be called Gavin and in Wales

this Christmas. And because my whole country went fucking absolutely cuckoo bananas for that comedy program

but the annoying fat English prick and there's even more annoying girlfriend.

Yes, that's right.

Wallace and Gronet.

I'm actually walking high above London town right now.

Perhaps you can hear the noise of the traffic below.

There you go.

All the gentle muffled noises of children getting fucking decked in by lime bikes and vapes

I actually did take coqu out for a walk

the other day

but I forgot to take my mic with me

and something weird did happen

and I'm so annoyed with myself

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