Goddess Charlie, I love the sunglasses and new curly-doo.

Thanks, Cathy, but it's chizzo-fizzo to you.

What is?

Me, my nickname.

I'm trying it out, taking it for a spin.

Right, now listen, I think I know where this is going and we've been through this already, goddess.

So if you're doing some sort of nod to Rizzo from Greece, let me remind you that on where there's a will, there's a wake, we love pink lady apples.

Yeah, I know, and so we all should.

They're sweet, crunchy, delicious and a great way to bring some extra fizz to your lunch.

And they're sponsoring the show for the month of January, so I just wanted to make them feel special.

Yes, but they're a fruit goddess and you're dressed up as someone from an unrelated film.

Oh, but no, here's the unifying thing, Kathy. Whenever I bite into a pink lady apple, I find my fifth and Phil...

Electrifying. Add a packet of pink lady apples to your shopping basket this week.

So before we start, if you or the people you're listening with will be offended by

and f***, well, it's probably best you turn this podcast off right now.

Hello, deathlings and welcome to this merry little

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out the window, sets unrealistic resolutions and engages in questionable snogs with a stranger at

midnight. I remember it well.

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