Radio. Radio X. Ellis James and John Robbins.

Friends and comrades, welcome to the podcast.

No Ellis today. He is off being an absolute stand-up family man, doing all kinds of fun things.

Probably just go to the park. I'll enjoy that. That's the sort of thing he might be doing.

I hope he's having a wonderful time. We had a guest in for Ellis, Mr. Lloyd Langford, for the second,

two-thirds of the show. Is that a... No, that doesn't make sense. Later in the show. And an awful

lot of emails to get through. Thank you very much again for all your kind and funny

and interesting emails. I really enjoyed reading them this morning. First off, Magic Beer News

from John Taylor. He says, I let out a yelp when John mentioned Sam Smith's Iinga brow pills,

the legendary potent early 2000s non-Session

Lager. John called it magic beer and said it sent you to space. We used to call it rocket fuel

for similar reasons and it almost cost me my degree. Lovely from John there. This is funny from Tom.

Whilst listening to episode 48 of the podcast and the story of dear departed

producer D. Stagdoo mix up in Barcelona on my way home from work, I encountered some young

ne'er-do-wells hanging around the end of my street. In order not to seem cowed, I engaged eye

contact with them and they sent threatening looks in my direction. Unfortunately, this was an exact

moment Ellis said the phrase,

Hotel made of farthings, and I burst out laughing. They approached me, and after several

unfriendly phrases asked what I thought was funny. Fatigue, panic and amusement led me to handing

over the headphones to the ringleader. And after I watched a series of confused impressions

danced across his face, he shouted, what the, what the F of farthings.

I tried to explain before he spat on my shoes and left. Never thought the podcast had bring me so close

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