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Welcome to the Blind Boye Podcast.

If this is your first episode consider going back to an earlier podcast

to familiarize yourself with the law of this podcast, there's close to 400 episodes now. A lot of new

listeners, they actually go back to the start, but there's nearly 400 episodes of hot takes, and I've never pulled an episode out of my

ours. I've approached every single episode with curiosity and passion, and I've tried to make the

podcast that I would listen to if I wasn't me.

I'm going to begin this week's podcast with a poem that was submitted by

Hollywood actor Kiefer Sutherland. The poem is called The Earwig. I want to be an earwig so I can climb inside your ear.

I'm gonna wipe my big earwig's arse on your eardrum with my pincers and my thorax. I'm going to eat chips inside in your ear or

whatever it is that earwigs eat, the equivalent of earwig chips. I'm going to stay inside in your ear for so long that I die.

And then you're going to have to go to the doctor,

complaining of a full feeling in your ear,

and the doctor is going to remove my dead body from your ear.

The doctor will say, oh wow an earwig, they really do climb into ears, but it's not an earwig, it's Kiefer Sutherland. Thank you Kiefer Sutherland

for sending in that piece of poetry technically more of a piece of prose or even a short story.

Why am I thinking about airwigs this week?

Airwigs were a large feature of my childhood.

Before I'd go to sleep, I'd be genuinely afraid that an earwig would climb into my air and lead eggs in my brain.

And it wasn't like being afraid of monsters under your bed.

If I was a little kid and I had difficulty sleeping and I'd say to my

ma I'm afraid of an earwig climbing into my ear. She wouldn't say to me, oh there's no such thing as earwigs.

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