I had an American friend and she said, come and stay with me in Brooklyn.

I was like, oh, how exciting. Went to Brooklyn. And her mom loved her. She said to me, Cindy, that's like Sinbad, but without the bad. And I was like, uh, and then her sister said, can we call you Cindy for short? And I was like, that's the same number of vowels. So I said yes to everything. Step in, you lovely lot of future ghosts.

Yeah, it's me, Mel Gerdroich, part-time traffic warden of the afterlife, or Lolly, stop, lady.

Because it's the end of life.

Yeah.

Anyway, this is the podcast where the curtain has well and truly thunked on your favourite celebs, but we're still poking around backstage, seeing what is left

of their remains. Welcome to...

Well, there's a wind. There's a wink. There's a wink.

Now onto today's guest. She's no dead, beat, humdrum girl next door, absolutely not.

She's the kind of woman who could stroll into the afterlife wearing sunglasses indoors

and somehow not look like a total wanker.

She's polished, she's poised, she's so swanky, she practically needs her own velvet rope.

She's sparkle, she's mischief, and we finally got her very fine buttocks in this bevelvited studio.

Sindhu, leave it, I'm going to just stop it there and play this instead.

Sinuvi, Sinuvi, Sinuvi, Sinuvi, Sinuvi, Sinuvi. Sinui, Sinuvi.

That's me.

Have you ever been welcomed in a choral way before, Sindu?

No, I haven't.

And I, what, I now know that I expect this everywhere I go. This is the problem. People come here and they say, oh, I want that on my ringtone. Yeah. Nick Noel said he wanted it every time a door opened in his house, which I thought was a bit much. Excessive. Really? Excessive. But I can understand. I mean, I already am thinking I'll maybe find, maybe pay the kids to sing it.

Yes. excessive. Really? Excessive. But I can understand. I mean, I already am thinking I'll maybe find, maybe pay the kids to sing it once in a while.

Train them up.

Harmonize.

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