The sizzling sausage, studs on cement, sport in the crisp wintry air.

When the drawbridge goes up, see the absolute state of it.

You're with Pezzan. Here goes, it's the circus.

Yes, can you hear it? That unmistakable sound of narrative, taking shape, of agendas being set. I sure can. We're back for

another week of the circus and let's face it. It's been a big week for filth. Weightly and

establishment media are filthy. Gorinj and new age media are laughing but filthy. Zach Lomax is

off to rugby and isn't Jimmy Graham filthy.

Madge is going too hard again.

Gordy's filthy.

Piaastri crashes out before the race starts and 145,000 people at Albert Parkar, you guessed it,

absolutely filthy!

And if people run on the field this weekend for Alex Johnson's impending record-breaking

try-scoring spree, Wayne Bennett is preemptively filthy. We sit down with Craig Foster to talk football. Boys actually delivers again. I'm Sam Perry. Co-hosting with me this week in Papa Higgins's absence is Consigliere and great friend of the circus. Tim Huey Hewitt. Huey, welcome back. Thank you, Peas. Pleasure to be here. Congratulations, he goes. What an honor. Let's get that stuff out of the way first, obviously. Yeah, yeah, yes. Congratulations. Beautiful stuff. And you were trying to sort of make love to the camera down the barrel like he goes does there in the intro and doing it just as well, mate, fantastic stuff.

Oh shit, sorry, it came out swinging.

I didn't mean it.

No, I was trying to fire you up, mate.

No, it's a pleasure to be here.

It's nice to be off the guest lounge kuck lounge and in one of the big boy seats,

in one of the executive chairs.

And you've got Melbourne International Comedy Festival coming up as well, don't you, in two weeks

time?

So you're underslept and like a little bit anxious and that kind of stuff.

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