Ladies and gentlemen, Greg Brookes, hooray, hurrah!

Once again, the smartest man in the world, Brookes House, takes to the ether.

All the way from the Emerald aisle, far across the Atlantic Ocean from the United States,

just off the coast of Europe.

Next stop, Reykjavik, as we play.

Go ahead, the most salubrious rock club in all, of course, Ireland.

Here at Cyprus Avenue, which is not located on Cyprus Avenue, that I can fucking tell,

it's located somewhere on Caroline Street in a maze, rabbit-warren of goddamn little infinitesimal streets

that run wide into each other.

They're next to each other, around from a pizza parlor, and in McDonald's in a Devonum.

That's where we are, ladies and gentlemen.

We invite you to join us out in Proofcastland, if you're out there listening now,

and you're earbuds, and you're at the gym, or you're driving your car, or you're making tea, or you're rolling one.

This is an awesome time to light one up, and if you're looking after children, as I always say,

alcohol makes looking after children easier.

First of all, it makes them sleepy, and secondly, it makes you happy.

So look at it that way.

It's a two-for Tuesday, and it's Tuesday here when we're recording this show,

here in Cork, in the land of Ayur.

What people in Ireland refer to as the real capital of Ireland, of course.

Yeah, exactly.

There's much discussion over this, I was in Dublin last night,

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