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Haza Shaggers and welcome to a festive special of the Restless Natives podcast.

So here we are at the

Vinegar Strokes of 2024, looking into 2025 with our faces scrunched up with that face

you make that no one really wants to see or should see. Or actually, I wish I hadn't mentioned

it. I've scared myself. This is a disg disgusting. Dear God, let's move on quickly.

Actually, that statement's triggered me a bit too. What a start. This is.

So here we are. At the point of climax, our bodies coiled together in unison on the cusp of a frenzy.

Oh God, not again. What's happening to me? Let's try again later, eh?

Oh, no, don't be embarrassed. Oh Oh no, no, no. Sometimes this happens.

I've done it again. What's happening here? Jesus. Good Lord. Anyway, come on, Gordon. You can do this.

Right, even that's triggering. Bloody hell. I think I'm unraveling here. Let's just play it straight, Gordon,

for God's sake. Merry Christmas, everyone. I thanks so much for downloading this meandering

podcast. What was meant to be a quest to put on a music festival has evolved into a chat with

our pals from stage and screen with a wee peek through the blinds of life in the orbit of Fanny DeVito.

We have all basked in the stardust he sprinkles on life.

Now, on a very serious note, the wee man and his clan, I've had their hands full recently,

so I just want to say massive love to Jimba and the Grenocans, but especially to Liz.

What a woman. Have a great festive period as best you can, loads of love from all of us.

So here I am in Tisney Studios, Gordon Smart, nearly 45 years young

and still hustling like I'm flogging NAFCO 54 jackets at Kinross Sunday Market.

Despite what you hear me say most weeks and what Mr Maltesey says,

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