This is a global player original podcast.

A very warm welcome to episode

of the restless Native's podcast.

I'm the two-time host of Good Morning Britain, and I'm also Kinross Koch's underliving player, player of the year, 1991.

I'm joined today by the B-Tech Jack Loudon.

He is Greenock's finest son.

He's the star of over 40s football in Las Vegas, Nevada, even though he's only over 35. It's the one and only Martin Comston. It's the over 38th league, not the over 40s. And once again, let's start with it. Are you going to say sorry? What for? You're late. I'm late. I'm late. I'm late. Do you know why I'm late today?

No, look, before you say this, this is the thing. See somebody who has a serial bad habit,

there's always a story. There's always a fucking story, right? But the thing is, they get good

at it because they date that much. You used to date, so by end up apologising to you, going, oh, I'm sorry, mate, you had to go through that, but I'm glad you're here, let's get going. But your heart's not in it anymore, the more you date. There used to always be some big dramatic something was going on at work or family life. The date was just traffic. Your heart's just not easy. not in any way. What was it then? Bear with me. Bear with

me. Because I actually think when I tell you the

reasonably, you're going to have respect

for me, you're going to have love for me and admiration

for me because today's reason

is basically down to the

Les Mohego truck shop.

Right?

What an amazing, amazing discovery I made today, right? So, settle off from Kinross. I was making reasonable time. And then, you know, a man of my age, you sometimes need to go to the toilet unexpectedly, right? So I stopped off, and the first place I stopped. It was about 30 pence a liter more for petrol petrol than it should be and I thought I'm not having that. You can Bothwell services, you can piss off. I only pay what it's due. So I put into the sat nav petrol stations and there was one in Les Mojago, a Tesco and I thought that's the one for me, another 15 miles down the road. I'll get it for a reasonable price and I won't feel like a dick for spending too much money on something I can't afford. So anyway, I stopped in at Tesco's at Les Mojago. And when I was filling up the car, across the road, I saw that a place called Wheeler's truck stop. And I've got to give that a go. I've got to give it a try. No, you don't.

You've got a podcast to fucking record. You don't need it to give it a go. You can save your 30B. I'm enjoying the story, but let's not sit. You're late. Trust me. Because I had given myself enough time when I got to Manchester to go to Greggs and get myself dinner. and I thought that's too depressing.

You can't have Gregs for dinner on a Friday night.

So what I thought was... That's a great Friday night, Jeremy. I know it's to you. But to me, in a hotel of Manchester sad on my own, it's not a good dinner. I thought, where will I find Cameradere and love and Bonhomme?

Nowhere better than the Wheeler's truck stop and Les Mojago, right?

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