Fart at the edge of heaven, you temporary Brendan's. Welcome to the Blind Boy podcast. If this is your

first episode, consider going back to an earlier episode to familiarize yourself with the lore of this

podcast. But if you're a regular listener, you know the crack. It's wonderfully freezing and icy

here in Limerick City.

One of my favourite things about this time of year

is that I can...

I can put food outside the window instead of putting it in the fridge.

I have a tiny little fridge here in my office. It'll hold one pint of milk and a sandwich, but the fridge generates a humming noise,

which means on podcast recording days.

I can't turn my fridge on because it's too noisy, but then I have to put my sandwich and my milk, like on my desk.

But then I can't turn the heat up because the sandwich will get too warm.

And the milk, you don't want milk getting warm.

Milk will go sour in a matter of hours if it's fucking warm.

And sometimes on podcast recording days, I have to navigate the violence of milk cardling in a cup of tea

when it goes all fluffy, all fluffy like snowflakes in the tea.

And the thing is, it's just recently cardled so you know that if you drink it it's not going to taste sour

but the texture is off and then you raise it to your lips and you go this isn't too bad this isn't

too bad I can deal with this and then you just notice that fluffy fluffy milk and you go,

fuck this. And it puts you off your next six cups of tea. But not today. It's freezing in Limerick

City. The sky looks like a toddler drew it with a fucking crayon. This perfect bright blue

and a wimpy little yellow horizon

and you can see ice crystals.

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