Hi folks, we don't have a new episode this week I'm afraid.

Episode 20 of Season 5 will be released next weekend.

But rather than leave your ears in peace, I have cobbled together the gears and levers

and pullies to craft an audio adaptation of a story from author John Contad.

It's a fitting piece of melancholia which should pull and prod in all the right places.

So until next week I leave you with the spider of my love.

This is for you my girl.

For in my attic lies a machine so complicated and absurd with its worrying wheels and

grating gears pulling needles and threads cruel like the spider of my love.

On the first week after you were gone I visited a tailor, a young man called Divesch who

worked alongside a barber along Cork and Clifford Street.

He had charcoal hair and a starched white shirt that shone like the sunlight.

I walked towards him in my funeral graves and told him I need a dress for her.

The tailor stared at me with his mouth again and then he shook his head.

He laid his razors by the counter where cut hair lay in a sad pile by the corner and then

he reached towards me and placed his palms on my shoulders.

I'm so sorry car.

I'm so sorry for what happened with her.

I shook my head in a furious anger trying not to remember everything that had happened.

I was there to get a dress for you.

I need a dress.

You know her size.

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