I bet you, Andy Miller, 100 English pounds that you will never see me on Twitter again.

I accept that bet, and I am here as witness, but he can't ever be asked to pay up because

never again means until the end of my time, one time, generally, that's why I'm happy

to accept which ever comes first, yeah, all the end of Twitter, which I come first.

Yeah, let's hope, yeah, that would be 2020's final twist, wouldn't it?

I have been amused today that people have been looking at that, you know, steroids tend

to make you quite hyper, hyper manic, and Trump's tweets have gone, they have shifted

up a couple of levels, they're all in caps now, every single one of them.

Really?

It's that don't, Sarah, you don't need to know, that's something you really don't need to know.

But he does seem to have turned into his own bot, he's just spamming out.

He's actually, he's literally, he's trolling himself now.

Yeah.

Ah, this is so nice, this is so, we're so pleased that you, you could do this.

Sarah, where are you?

I am in my study in Norwich.

Ah, Norwich, we may talk about Norwich shortly, I don't, I don't want to give too much for you.

You're living in exile from Essex, is that, is that, is that, are you like sort of joys

writing about Dublin from, from Trieste?

Someone asked me about this recently and I genuinely feel best equipped to write about Essex,

which I'm doing again, when I'm not there.

Yeah.

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