From Liverpool, from Liverpool, we need to talk about ghosts with Kevin Eustace.

Yes, it's Monday, and it's later than usual on a Monday, and I must apologise for that.

Because what I've done this morning is I've

had to try and fix some wood.

I know that sounds stupid.

How do you fix wood?

Well, basically, like, something's chipped in the kitchen, in the bathroom even, and I'm

using, like, a wax thing that I bought off Amazon to cover it.

It's quite good.

Takes for fucking ever.

Anyway.

And then I went and booked a tattoo.

Yes, I did. Because, you know, middle age crisis, all that jazz. I'll be buying a convertible next week.

I won't be. But anyway, in other news, last night I went to watch the makings of a murderer live at the M&S Bank Arena with a friend of mine.

And it was gory as hell.

But somebody asked on Instagram when I said it went, was it as scary as telling ghost

stories?

And I was like, actually, no.

Like, I'm going to sleep well tonight.

You know, it'll take a while for me to forget the images that he threw on the screen,

the presenter.

But I slept quite well.

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