Rest easy, you temporary Jessica's. Welcome to the Blind Buy Podcast.

What's the crack? How are you getting on? I'm gonna open this week's podcast, ladies and gentlemen,

with a piece of poetry. We haven't had a poem, we haven't had a poem in a while, and sometimes I read

out poems that have been sent to me by very famous Hollywood celebrities, and we haven't had one in a

while. And so this week I was sent a poem by Hollywood actor Jamie Darnan, so I'm gonna read out his

poem. It's called The Son Tan Man. Class pans with the son Tan Man, his canker d'ankus bandage to a

catamaran. The son screams from his open mouth, don't stare directly into the glaring flame.

Don't get a son Tan you'll burn in the rain. Touch the nettles by the bus stop. The son Tan Man is

dangling panema from his wrist watch. His tansels bounce like a comet. Collect your door on a Wednesday,

buy the no-lilt poorer than your balls. Watch it, Fizz. Thank you very much, Jamie Darnan,

for taking time out of your busy Hollywood schedule to send us that lovely piece of poetry there.

Thank you very much. So here we are, here we are the last, the last podcast of 2020.

If you're a brand new listener, you're very welcome. Go listen to some older episodes please.

I always recommend that if you're a brand new. And if you're if you're a regular listener,

you're not a crack. So this week's podcast is a blistering heart-take. It's a bad-shit mental

heart-take that I've been researching for quite some time. It's conspiracy theory podcast,

but you know me when I do conspiracy theories, I make sure that it's heavily backed up by evidence.

So that's yes, it's conspiracy, but it's incredibly plausible. So that's what this week's podcast is.

But I will do a little intro first before we get on to the juicy, the juicy meat of the heart-take.

But last podcast of 2020, so I feel this obligation to synopsize the year. And it's like,

how the fuck do you do that? How the fuck do you do that? 2020 was ridiculous. 2020 was a

fucking ridiculous year. Not because of what happened, but because it doesn't feel like a year.

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