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Welcome to the Blind Boy podcast.

If this is your first episode, maybe consider going back to an earlier episode, or even beginning from the start.

There's nearly 400 episodes now I know that seems like a tall order, but a lot of new listeners genuinely do go back to the

very start of this podcast and binge the absolute fuck out of it, which is what I like to hear.

I intend this podcast to be a perpetual auto-fictional novel. It's minus two degrees in Limerick City.

Now if you're listening from Canada or I was in

Oslo last year, if you're listening from Oslo, minus two degrees mean fuck all. I was in Oslo last year.

It was about minus 12 at night time. If I took my gloves off after about two minutes, my hands started to physically hurt.

So that's real cold, I understand it.

But here in Limerick it's minus two.

And I fucking adore it.

The sun is slanty and golden all day.

The sky is this thin baby blue with a little hint of yellow to it and the air is

completely dry. It's this incredibly still, sparkly coldness and I think it's my favourite Irish weather

because it's predictable. You can rely upon it. I've spoken many of time about sunny weather in Ireland.

Yeah, sometimes we get a nice sunny, hot, clear day, but you can never really enjoy it.

Because there's the consistent threat of rain, and when a dry, hot, sunny day, a Mediterranean-type day actually does present itself in Ireland. We spend all

of our time worrying about whether we're enjoying it enough or not. You can't actually relax.

You walk into town wearing shorts and you're thinking, oh fuck it, maybe I should be at the beach.

Then you go to the beach and it's like, oh maybe I should be back at home, drying

clothes. Look at the wonderful drying that's out there. What a waste to be at the beach. But with freezing

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