Play tennis with the devil's dentist, you bendy

Breslins. Welcome to the Blind Buy podcast.

I'm back in Ireland.

It's a sweaty November.

I'm looking for freezing cold winter.

I want dark eyes Christmas nights. I want to see my

blue breath getting lit up by lamplights. I want to feel like Macaulay Culkin. I want to hit

Joe Peshy into the face with a paint tin. I want to take a bite out of Santa Claus's beard. I want to vandalize some mulled wine with my lips. I want the cold heart my fingertips.

I'm getting none of this because November's behaving like an armpit.

Mr Vincent climate change is here to stay. It's no more old man winter, old man winter's gone. We killed him with a hammer. It's Vincent Climate Change.

No I'm not calling climate change Vincent. I'm not doing that I'm not

anthropomorphizing

fucking climate change

into some lovable road called Vincent

what would you call climate change

how could Dara

climate change be called Dara? Climate change would be called Dara. Fun's over when Dara gets here.

Dara is asking you to leave the house party because you were doing a waterfall beside the clothes horse in the utility room.

He's ringing the guards just to be safe, because

Dara wants to be a barrister. Dara's asking the teacher if they forgot to give his homework.

Dara's telling your girlfriend that she could do better. Dara's parents are landlords.

Dara's parents are landlords.

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