On, hey, what's going on? It's Bill Byrne. It's time for the Monday morning

podcast for Monday match fourth, 2000 in 19. What's going on? How are you? I know. I'm

really late. I'm really late. But yesterday was the first taping my next special at Royal

Albert Hall. And tonight is the next one. So yesterday I had a bunch of stuff I had to

do for like the intro or the special and all of that type of stuff. So it went great last

night, had an awesome time. And I never taped a special world. I always just did like two

shows one night done. I've never done like a show and then waited a whole day and then

do another show. So I'm just looking tonight like I could not have been more thrilled with

how it went last night. Did not have any of the stupid torture that happens afterwards

where you're just like, Oh God, I what did I do this? And I'll come. I didn't say that.

Is anybody going to like me after this? I didn't do any of that shit. I was just like,

all right, I miss something here. I miss who gives a fuck, right? Yeah, it's fine. I don't

give a shit. It's all going to be good. So tonight I'm just going to go out and have a

good time and it's excited as I was to record this special. I after last night, I kind

of felt a little bit of sadness of like I'm really going to miss these jokes. I've never

had that feeling before. But I know the next ones are coming or whatever, but it's kind

of hitting me here. As I'm doing this like, wow, this is kind of the end of the run

for these jokes, you know? And then I just move on like Bill Bixby right at the end of

the Hulk. Just walk away from the act. And the smartest thing I did was I already did

a gig at Royal Abertholve. I have fucks sake. Somebody else just come and hang on, hang

on, hang on. What the hell is this? Sorry, hit pause. It's fucking rang the doorbell

and then rings it again like the fucking hotel's on fire. Oh, sorry to disturb you. Just

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