This is a global player original podcast.

My name is Gordon Smart, the wolfman of this operation.

A warm winter welcome to Restless Natives, the podcast,

the entertainment equivalent of sniffing poppers in a nightclub,

forgetting you'd eat in a Vindaloo only hours earlier. We are the Andrek's parachute of podcasts

where only the finest, smoothest, softest, most gentle and accommodating three-ply sheet of patter

exists for your delicate buttocks and beyond. This is also the home of the most fragrant

talent on the planet.

The Albis oil infused the arena for the greatest actors to regale us with humbling tales

of climbing the greasy showbiz pole.

And here we are once again with a chance to wipe away our misery and leave with the freshest

of undercrackers marching into another week with bottoms you could eat your breakfast from.

Right, here's the handbrake on all of that nonsense.

Something serious to say at the very beginning.

I am genuinely very, very pleased to say

that the stateside half of this double act is

safe and well in Vegas, far enough

away from the fires in L.A., but thanks

to all of you who were checking in on Robert De Nierley. We've got a lot of pals in California, really messed up by what you've been seeing on the news.

So Martin, first of all, you're all right?

Yeah, so fucking, it's heartbreaking me. I've got a pal coming to stay with me, actually.

There's been out of her house in our big pal of the podcast, Charlie, had to to High Tail it out there. He's right, he lives in Pacific Parasies, well, that's sort of episode out of it.

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