Uh, something's gone wrong.

Hello, hello, and indeed a hoi-hoi, but wait, I'm going to stop you right there, because this isn't an episode of BRB UK.

We've had some kind of disturbance in the

space-time anomaly. Well, there's been the space-time anomaly? If there's a disturbance in the

space-time anomaly, I don't actually think it might still be an anomaly. I think I'm in continuum.

I'm just going to continue on with this. I'm Dan. I'm one of your host. In fact, I'm your host, the only host,

this evening as I record this here episode of, well, it's not an episode of BLB-UK. It's

the awkward in-between bit between episode 460 and 461. So why am I by my lonesome?

I hear you cry.

Has the misses kicked you out already and are you relegated to a garden shed?

Just destined to talk to yourself until the end of time?

Neither of those are correct.

Tim cannot be with us this evening because he is painting something and has no furniture in his front

room. I don't quite understand either, but it is what it is. And Coleman is being super secret

coalman and saving things being super secret Coleman, so he can't be with us either. So it leaves

you with just me. And rather than leave you adrift for a week, I just thought I'd

just quickly pop on, sit behind our microphone and say thank you ever so much for all of

those who wish me well while I was away. Tim and Coleman did a great job, not only being

best men, but also in looking after the podcast while I was away last week.

There are stories to tell, and as Coleman and Tim rightly say, we'll wait till all three of us are here.

But I think the three words, now the four words of the wedding were, get me a flipping plumber. That's five words. I apologize. Get me a

flipping plumber. We shall share more on this next week. But literally hours in, I required,

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