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We need to talk about ghosts with Kevin Eustace.

Yes, unbelievably, it's 2023. I can't believe it.

Has anyone made any resolutions as of yet?

I have, and that's to not make any resolutions, because one, I always break him and two, I always take him. I don't know what that means, but yeah, I'm not going to make any resolutions. I am instead just going to aim to try and be a better person. And I'm not too sure what that entails either. So I've probably already

broke that within the first two days. But it is today the second of January 2023. As you listen to me,

why am I trying to make everything a rhyme today? I don't know. That is one resolution. I'm going to

start rhyming less. I do confess.

Fucking out, Kevin. Anyway, I hope you had a wonderful festive period. If you do indeed celebrate it,

if you don't, then thank frigates all over. And if you're kind of in between, then it doesn't really matter, does it? But what have we got in store for you today? Well, of course, we have

all the usual shenanigans. We have your true paranormal

experiences, which I will gladly read out, for that is what maketh the show. Then we have

Becca. Becker is going to do an elongated redding corner, although she has a slightly

sore voice because she's still not fully recovered from whatever this illness is that everyone

seems to have.

I don't know whether it's the same where you're from or where you live, but everyone that

I've come into contact, maybe I'm the fucking carrier, I don't know, but everyone, literally,

everyone to a person that I've ran into over the last month, either has had or is in the middle of having

this epic flu outbreak. Yet it's not COVID allegedly because they're allegedly all doing

tests. Becca did do a test and it was negative. So maybe it's a variant. I don't know. Whatever

it is, I've yet to get it. Touch would. And hopefully I never will. Hurrah! I don't think I'd know.

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