Welcome to the Aquadorm, you never ending Brendan's.

It's the blind by podcast.

The weather is freezing again.

It's proper, appropriate, January weather.

It was minus 3 degrees this morning.

It was absolutely beautiful.

It was about half seven.

A cycle passed a horse in an industrial estate with steam rising off his back.

It was an Edward Hopper morning.

No clarity, freezing cold.

Slanty morning sun, turning red bricks orange, translucent sky, the color of a holly

mares jackets with a streak of yellow in it.

One of those mornings where you're genuinely glad that you got up really early and experienced

this.

And minus 3 degrees it was fucking freezing.

And I sat down beside the Terry Wogan statue, which is situated by the river in

Limerick and I meditated.

I meditated.

We're looking at a bronze Terry Wogan.

And in order to that, when the Terry Wogan statue in Limerick is really, really cold, like

minus cold, it stops looking like it's bronze and it starts to look chalky.

It got so cold and chalky it made me wonder what it freezing tall like the desert with

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