Alright there lins! What the fuck are you saying?

Oh, well I have an apology to make to all the

like ardently committed word as originals

I feel like you've been trek wrong this week from I'm saying but listen you still

close to my heart it's still my like, it's still my listener bees.

So as we have banged on about, like big flappy sand-filled vaginas,

we have been sorting out the studio. Got the keys on

Thursday, went to our key on Friday. Then we were painting shit on Saturday and on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday and

Wednesday and Thursday and Sunday and fucking Friday and we are chilly tomorrow and Sunday and we have slightly delayed the big PR thing. You are the only ones that know about it, but are a few of our close mates, and Adam and I have

kept all of it close to our chest, because we want to be like,

P, how'd you like me now? What the fuck were you doing in Laid down meh?

And I suppose that we're going to get a bit of like, what is this a completely necessary? It's just a podcast.

We're like, yeah, because we've got people who support it,

we've got a couple of sponsors and this seems like a sensible thing to do.

Instead of sitting on it going, well, it's, you know, it's ticking

over. We're trying to crack on and create and in doing so, we've been away from the

fucking internet because the office that is being renovated into a studio

doesn't have the internet yet. So we're recording in a building site as we, again we've banged on about,

but then I am having to go home and upload it quick as you like.

However, dear listeners, this evening I left a studio and headed up the M6 that is one of the two Northern Motorways if you do not know the area.

Up into the hills of my home county at Lancashire to do a driving comedy gig for Freddie Quinn,

Who the fuck is that guy? He's the guy that books fields.

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