Oh, it's chucking it down out there again.

Want some Mauam Pimbles?

Mmm, so zingly. Like a lightning storm in your cheeks. Tingling like thunderbolts on your tongue. And a 200% chance of mouth-watering tastequakes. Chew-Nado incoming! With the zingly-tingly taste of Mauam Pimbles, it's easy to choose fun chew Mauam. Hello, it's three minutes after ten, and the reason for that unaccustomed pause at the

beginning of the program there was I was toying with the idea of singing to you.

I don't think I've sung to you ever, really, in all the years we've been together.

If I have, you've probably managed to excise it from your memory, and I have too.

But there's a very

important moment in our shared cultural history today. That aha, the movie is being released,

arguably the most influential band of the late 20th century and certainly one of the most underrated

and in arguably the best one ever to come out of Norway, having the trials and tribulations of their careers

examined in an incredible documentary.

So I'm in quite a musical mood.

Can't wait to see it.

Can't wait to see it.

Mags, Morton, Paul.

Oh.

But I didn't open the show with a little bit of singing

because frankly no one deserves that. If I had done, I would have chosen a song. That's Keith getting worried that I was going to start singing. So actually hitting a button designed to censor me. I'm being censored. I need a job on G. Bebis or that weird news station that literally nobody watches. I'm being censored. How dare you censor me, Keith?

I've been Keith. He's trying to cancel me. Cancel by Keith. Hashtag. Hashtag cancel. Don't cancel. I'm not going to sing. Everyone relax. Everyone relax. I'm not going to sing. But if I had opened the program with a little ditty, it would have been love and marriage. Oh, it's so hard not to sing it, isn't it?

Because you can't even say it without hearing the tune in the back of your brain.

Love... little ditty. It would have been love and marriage. Oh, it's so hard not to sing it, isn't it? Because you can't even say it without hearing the tune in the back of your brain.

No, no, no, Keith, stop it.

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