Hello?

Hello?

Oh hello?

You're probably thinking, I recognize that voice. I detect the dulcet twang of a secret

brommy who wishes he lived the life of a koot, swimming, shouting and constantly shagging, but was stymied by the love-struck

exhaustion of a fat-bald loser whose every waking hour is dedicated to ensuring that my beloved

Eva—a royal highness of bargain booze,

the Queen of Projectile Cubab vomit,

and the despotic ruler of Big Dave's cave-fighting arena

is sated.

Oh! fighting arena is sated. Well I'm back.

I've been let out of my box.

I've done my sparkly bow tie which is doored with the words Eva's bitch and in between my many

chores like polishing her goocchi knuckles and daring to suggest that vodka, battery

acid and napalm isn't a cocktail. I've been a busy little boy researching loads

of utterly ghastly crimes for this year's murder mile. Oh yes. This year you'll be treated to a flipping great mountain of true crime cases you won't hear anywhere

else as many have been lost to the midst of time or have laying undiscovered in the archives

for decades. Trust me, every single one of them is

gripping, strange and upsetting, so expect the unexpected. And as an extra

exclusive goody for all patron supporters.

Every Thursday I'll be posting a special bonus episode, giving you a greater insight into each episode.

Lucky you!

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