Look at you, doing a line of pine corn after Prince's wrist, drenched in

brild green, what you stole out of a bear's farmacy.

Stay at the moon, your face or wretching from a sachet of vinegar, you gentle, fair-haired

dimppness. That was a poem that was written by Hollywood actor Barry Pepper and it was

just handed to me by Barry Pepper, who I happened to bump into and the street. I bumped

into him and the street and he was wearing galashes because I am in London, in Saha, in

the west end of London. And when you're in London, you're bump into people like Barry

Pepper and he hands you a poem for your podcast. That definitely happened. How are you getting

on? You dramatic cons, what's the crack whichy? Welcome to the Blaine by a podcast. I'm in London.

Last week I was very sick. This week I'm not sick, I just finished my course of antibiotics

a half an hour ago. I should be grand. I'll go ahead for leather on the pro biotics tomorrow

to counteract the damage that it did to my internal flora. But yeah, I'm over in London.

As you can hear, the sound actually isn't too bad. I think I'm achieving a podcast hug.

I'm in a lovely fucking apartment. Couple of weeks back when I was in London, I'm over here

working on my TV series, the BBC. Couple of weeks ago when I was in London, I was staying in a hotel

and going mad. So I said to the BBC, get me a fucking apartment if I'm staying here because I

need to have a sense of autonomy and control over my life. So I'm in an apartment in Soho. And

it's fantastic. I mean, now here's the thing. It's like by London standards, it's fantastic.

It's like it's an ex-Council flat. Here's the mad thing about London. It's in this tower block

and it's an ex-Council flat. And it's probably worth like three million quid. You know,

it's this really small flat that I have for the month. And it was built in the 50s, I believe.

And in the 50s, it would have just been social housing for somebody who needed it.

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