If the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say this was their finest hour.

We stand for Queen, Country and Video Games, BRB, UK, Worst Teeth, Better Accents.

Hello! B.R.B. UK. Worst teeth. Better accents. Hello. Hello and indeed. A hoi-hoi.

Hi.

At holiday time, felicitations to you all. It's episode 273 of BRB UK.

This is window number 273 in the world's largest advent calendar.

I hope you're grateful.

I'm Dan.

I'm one of your hosts.

And I'm joined, as always, by Timothy X. Hibbs, Esquire.

When you say joined as always, that sounds like I'm always with you.

I know people have probably been given clues in the past 200 episodes.

I've shared a left butt cheek since 1979.

But he came out two years before me, so it was very awkward for my mother.

Whoa!

Yeah, I don't.

Just kind of Timothy hanging out down there going, wah!

And me slowly forming out of Tim's left-arst cheek. We've had some disturbing mental images on the show over the years, but that's possibly one of the worst.

Well, no, bloody, talking of mental images, Ian Crane, you are not allowed to internet anymore.

Oh, God, yeah. Yeah. No more internetting for you. No more internet for you, sir. No more interneting for you, you Aussie convict Gimboid. Which is a problem because you're producing about 120% of the blog content we have at the moment, but we'll just have to live with it because it's not worth it for the burning of my eyes I had to do when reading Twitter.

Yeah, indeed.

So, uh, so going on from Mr. November to Coleman, hello.

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