Hello, gentle listener, and welcome to Nocturnal Transmissions, the fortnightly podcast that brings you dark tales, both old and new,

performed by your humble narrator, Kristen Holland.

Back again, all ready to share some dark matter with you, good folk.

We do hope you've enjoyed our 200th episode celebration over the last two weeks.

Thanks again to the wonderful Ian Sputnik for allowing us to use his twisted creations to mark the event.

Speaking of twisted creations, we have another tale from Jez Connolly to share with you.

You may remember his delightfully weird.

Neither, from episode 151, in which a social anthropologist pops into a small Yorkshire pub for a spot of lunch,

where he makes the acquaintance of Bernard Bernard and Miss Dorine pudding as well as something unspeakable in the basement.

If you enjoy the tale we're about to share with you,

then we strongly recommend you go back and revisit that one.

But for now, let's pop over to Bonnie Scotland,

wherein nocturnal transmissions proudly presents

Jess Connelly's Special Collections.

Special collections.

What became the first day?

I imagine you've probably lived through to this part of my memory book.

I turned the corner of the page over deliberately.

If you skipped the earlier entries, you may not be aware that I decided to keep the book

partly in order to offset the effects of what my father used to call my funny head.

With so much time on my hands these days, I find it useful to write down the things that happen.

Not that very much does happen here, or rather not much has happened, until today, that is. So all of a sudden there's quite a lot for me to write down if i don't write it down now i will forget what has happened sometimes i forget things anyway so when i reread these pages myself i hope to get, I'll probably forget writing this and reading it

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