Now the reason to have kids is obviously hormonal and emotional. I understand that, but it's the

justifications people make, which are just not true. The first thing everyone always says is who can

look after you when you're older? You can't just breed healthcare workers for yourself.

You can't be popping out zero hours contract nurses. This week on Walking the Dog, Ray and I went for a stroll

in East London's Hagerston Park with the brilliant comedian, Rees James.

Now, Reese is still firmly team cat, but I've chosen to forgive him because he asked Bob Mortimer to name her,

which is probably why he's ended up with the best-named cat in the world, Tabitha Lightsource.

Rees started his stand-up career when he was

adorably young. He was just 17 when he did his first gig. And famously, he still looks about 17.

So whatever youth deal he's done with the devil, I want in on it. I've actually had the pleasure

of chatting with Reese on walking the dog before, so do go back and give that episode

a listen for more of his backstory. But I was very keen to catch up with him again, mainly as I've

just read his new book called You'll Like It When You Get There, A Life Lived Reluctantly, which is an utterly

hilarious guide to life from someone who doesn't want to do anything, or as he puts it, it's the

perfect book for anyone who's ever celebrated plans being cancelled with an Andy Murray fistpump.

I just love this book, partly because it totally reinforced all my life choices, but also because

Rees is just a brilliantly funny writer and it's a joy to read. So do yourself

a huge favour and pre-order your copy now so you can get stuck in the minute it comes out on

August the 14th. Ray and I loved our stroll with Reese and I've got to say I think if anyone

is going to successfully move Reese over to the dog's side, it's Ray. Because let's face it, Ray is

essentially a cat in a dog's body. Well, more of an Ewok's body, but you get the idea.

Really hope you enjoy our chat. I'm going to stop talking now and hand over to the great man

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