Suspend the Brendan from the end of his legs, you squelchy pendergasts.

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We'll come back.

I'm unsure if you can hear it because it's quite faint.

But we'll be joined by the pit or patter of rain on my tin roof again this week.

It's just a trade-off I've had to do.

I moved into this new recording space, this new office about nine months ago

because the previous place where I was recording, it was just getting really busy with

people slamming doors and talking.

So I moved to a quieter floor in the building up at the top where there's hardly fucking anyone.

But I didn't factor in the fact that I've got a tin roof.

So sometimes we're disturbed by the sound of birds.

But mostly it's what you're hearing now, it's rain. And at the start,

this was really frustrating. I was like, fuck, am I going to have to wait until it's not raining

before I press record? Because that's really difficult in Ireland, where it rains a lot.

So what I do instead is when it starts raining, I put a microphone up to the roof and I record the sound of the rain and I bring it on as a guest I embrace it.

And it's quite nice.

Although right now it's a status yellow, wind and rain warning, which may become profoundly aggressive

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