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This is top flight time machine, I am Andy Hopboly-Dawson, pa-pa-pa-pa.

I am Sam Nifty Delaney, so what?

It's another episode where we delve into the mailbag with the correspondence from yourselves.

We're doing this because we're one of us as a wee unholiday at the minute, so we've got to pre-record this.

That's the reason why. Plus as well, we like reading out your emails.

We don't, we've got a good stack of them that have built up because we haven't done mailbags.

We would have heard a few by this stage, but we're catching up on a lot of mailbags.

Can I kick things off, Andy, with one that arrived, that dropped with a clang into my inbox last night,

when I was out having a time meal with my father-in-law?

Wow, I'd love you to, yeah.

It's lovely that even when I'm out pretending to be a human being with in-laws and other, you know, reasonable people,

that because of the one, there's the iPhone, the atmosphere of the IFS and the kind of community is still haunting me,

even in the most formal of situations.

In fact, I've got another story about that, tell you.

So Stuart Campbell emailed, and the title of the email was Susage Calc.

And I had to give it one of these.

Yeah, it was a family, a lot of family there. He's over from Hungary.

And I had to, like, my phone pinged, and I was like, oh, hang on a minute, I just need to read this.

It's a work thing. I need to tick this.

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