Here we go. Here we go. Here we go.

Here we go. Here we go. Here we go. Here we go. This is it.

This is top flight time machine. I am Andy Dawson.

I'm Sandalani. Come on mate.

Look a bit more enthusiastic. You literally yawned your way through that and wiped your eyes of sleep, like not again.

I've had a rough morning. This isn't the first world war, mate. We're not having to jump out of a trench to face the hunt.

It's a certain death, right? Surrounded by our friends dying body parts everywhere.

No hope for the future. A sense that we will never see our

loved ones back in Blighty ever again, that the world can be coming to an end.

All you're having to do is do a half hour podcast of basically swearing with me.

It was at the point when Andy started a regard talking shit for 30 minutes once a day

as a chore that I knew the top flight time machine was over.

Yeah, you're like, oh God, let's do this shit again.

I've just had a rough morning.

You know what?

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, do this.

It's just Thursday morning, we're recording Friday mornings on Thursday morning because of reasons.

And I'm slightly late to do this because my daughter has insisted that I take her into school at half night a day instead of half

eight why because is it the last later on fucking flexi time or something now

I don't know she's like she's gone she's got some key assessments later on but she's

got I'm just going to go in at half nine I'm like what the fuck I know you're

you're you go in kind of when you've got exams. See assessments? Yeah.

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