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My name is Adam Buster and I'm a man. I want you to enjoy this. That's the plan.

Hey, how you doing podcasts Adam Buster here? Welcome to episode number 100.

And well it's more or less business as usual. Myself and Rosie are taking a walk on a sunny Friday evening

out here in the countryside of Norfolk in the east of England. And it's turned into a very nice evening.

It was a little muggy earlier on. I'm not going to lie to you. I know it's worrying and shocking, but there it is.

On the upside though, it seems to be first of all time for the insect community who are thriving in this weather.

And I would say pretty much rule the house at the moment. Everywhere I go I'm walking through spiders webs

just trying to pick them out from my hair and my beard the whole time. And as for the flies, whoa.

If anyone needs flies, give us a shout. They're all in our kitchen. I think it's because we live near a stream.

And also there's a lot of cows in the fields around us and I feel as if we get more fly action in castle buckles

where the cows are out. But maybe some of you will be saying no, it's nothing to do with the cows.

Don't try and bring the cows down buckles. It's you and your filthy kitchen that the flies love.

Well, that's a bit harsh on me, my wife and the rest of the kitchen cleaning team.

But, I might be true. But look, let's get to it, shall we?

Episode number 100. As you well know, features a stupid and rambly conversation with writer and director Joe Cornish

and journalist and documentarian Louis Thoreau, both of whom I have known since we met at school aged 13.

We got together at Joe's house in South London earlier this year, 2019.

And as this is a special anniversary episode, we talked about this podcast as well as Louis appearance on desert island discs.

School days, the most recent remake of a star is born. Spoiler alert, key plot details are revealed in this conversation.

So if that's going to upset you, leave it for another time. And towards the end, we listened back to a tape of the three of us,

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