Step into our confessional. Confess all. We won't tell anyone. Just the entire nation. From Greatest Hits Radio, Simon Mayo's Confessions. Yes, yes, welcome, dear congregation, as we offer forgiveness to those less holy than ourselves. That sounds unbearably smug. It does a little, doesn't it? We are though.

Okay, that's a good point. These individuals seek absolution for previous trespasses on this

here Confessions podcast, brought to you in association with our friends at Greatest Sits Radio. That's

right. Greatest Hits Radio is providing this particular podcast. Sister Holly is out of the tack cupboard.

Indeed I am.

Brother Matthew is still in his gutter after his New Year festivities.

And coming up, as usual, we'll be catching up with your correspondence in the parish notice board.

And we'll take a look at those tales of terror in our not-for-broadcast section.

It's also the first proper confessions podcast of the new year.

You had a bumper, best of confessions part one and two to keep you busy over the break.

But this is the first week of our brand-new confessions from the drive-time show.

Greatestits radio 4 till 7, 5 stars.

We have the last confession of 2024 from Victoria, involving a mince pie mix-up whenever I see

your smiling face.

Andrew's mum's boozy switcheroo in whiskey in the jar.

Jackie's police prank call in Baby You Can Steal My Car.

Nobiz confession.

And on the conveyor belt tonight,

but first Darren's confession featuring vodka, geese and some incredible Ukrainian accents.

In Goose Goose, Duck.

Simon Mayo's Confessions.

We won't tell anyone. What? Oh, sorry, sorry. I mean, we will tell everyone.

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