Good Gents. Good evening. I don't like it, Chris. What Gents? I've only just noticed you've

moved spec. I know. You've moved spec again. For the audio listeners, Chris normally has

a bookshelf full of anything you could ever drink. I think the trinkets is the name.

There's all kinds on there. Emulgy-mated from many years of trouble in the world.

You're in the escapamated. I'm in a separate wing today.

Yes. I'm in bed. On the edge of your bed. I'm on my couch. It's a recliner.

Yes. Jeaves is cleaning the kitchen. That's a move into the smoking room.

Fucking Jeaves. Oh, we got...

Yes. Very well met. Very well indeed. Looking for things to be starting to get back to normal,

aren't they? Yeah, people. Slowly but surely. Looking for the pubs up into a little bit of a rest of the hill.

You should be fine. Just imagine him trying to work the app to audio drinks.

What the fuck an old-wether we go?

Devon to point to the posters.

Let me send up yours.

I just said let's me out just to get out here. It's a family event. It gets a fine to get a fine to the posters.

Shit, that was one up.

We're getting ten bags of scumpy fries delivered to a table and one pint.

I just heard that's a normal scumpy fry on of that though.

I mean, really small bags out there.

Wondering crisp by the way. Very undurated crisp.

Better than a pork scratcher.

Big.

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