I'm Claire Parker and I'm Ashley Hamilton and this is Celebrity Memor Book Club, Home of the Brave and Home of the Week.

And what makes us brave that we will say anything about anyone.

And what makes us weak? That we would never say to their face and we say it on this podcast for fear.

You guys, we are Celebrity Memor Book Club and we read Celebrity Memor is and really comb through the pages to say what we really feel and what we think they should really feel for the most part.

If that is not something that you're interested in, this is your blinking flashing alert. Turn back now. This is a one way tunnel and once you're through it, you can never go back.

You can't unhear the things that we're going to say. So turn around now. Otherwise you're strapped into this motherfucking roller coaster.

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We are doing our European centric live online show with the moment house tickets are in the show note. They're in our Instagram bio.

There are anywhere you would logically think to look for tickets is going to be so fun. It is Wednesday March 16th. We can't wait to have you there. We're going to do a live show.

The 330 PM Eastern and 730 GMT. What does that stand for?

The general most time. The most general time in the world.

I thought it was like, good day mate time, but that's Australian time.

Yeah, that would be crazy. It's good morrow time. Oh, how very dashing chap. Clear. Yes.

If you were to describe your week in a memoir, what would the title be called?

It would be called from where you least expect it. Okay.

So I went skiing this weekend. We went up to Montreal. It was super fun. It was like my third time in my life skiing.

I think physically I'm a pretty good skier. Honestly, for some it's only been three times. I think I intuitively get it. But emotionally, I am like two old.

My bones are too hard. I mean, as you guys know, you got to let up on the milk. You got to get some rubber in your soul.

My bones are almost so thick that they're like no longer safe. Do you know what I mean? Like they're cracking an instant.

So you circle back to me, me and my weak bones, also cracking in an instant.

Yeah, I'm like a giant fat with one-fail swoop. You could take me down. There's no bend. It's all break.

But I like emotionally look at the slant sometimes or the slope. And I'm just like, for what?

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