Okay, this episode might contain a bit of effing and jeffing, so if you're okay with that,

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God, as Charlie. Goddust Charlie, are you with me? Yeah, sorry, I'm just sat here in stunned silence.

Are you thinking about what happened in Sweet Bobby, My Catfish Nightmare again?

That is one of those stories that physically left me open-mouthed when I watched it.

Sure dropping.

It's incredible.

It's not the only titillating true story that Netflix has offered up over the years.

Did you ever watch that one about the Fire Festival?

It's called Fire, the greatest party that never happened.

Yes, I did.

It kind of makes you be anxious about thinking something I'd organised could go that wrong.

And then, of course, you've got Maitie Boys' confession about what he did to get some Evian water to the island.

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