Welcome to Giles Corrin has no idea. It's called this not because I literally know nothing,

but because it's all about the moment in the week when I have to sit down and write my column

but have absolutely no idea what to write it about, which is where my wife Esther comes in, who, having read all the papers

whilst I take the kids to school, always has half a dozen ideas picked out for me when I get

back to be discussed at the kitchen table over a nice cup of coffee. You've read the daily mail today and I haven't. I'll read the day mail

I'll read the daily mail faithfully every day. The ladies paper we get the

times for daddy and we get the daily mail for mommy? And you're laughing because it's true.

And it's open, but I'm sure that's not down to you.

Uh, the, what's it, the posh guy from Love Oliver Williams,

who I wanted to talk about for a while, but you slightly rejected this because I would no because I was not even despite his lovely

Abs he's got there and his pants and you can just see the top of his willy that looks to me just like dehydration more than anything else

He just hasn't drunk from water and you just looks weird like that looks to me just like dehydration more than anything else.

He hasn't drunk water and just looks weird like that.

No, he's a, he's, he's, he's, this is quite a strange character.

There's a toughish character.

He claims to be the air to some house that the National Trust has gone,

nope, he is. Really? Yes. It's a tenwood house. No, it's very funny. The power of London.

Yeah, exactly. But he claims to be the heir of I'm getting pronounced this wrong

land hydroc in Cornwall the famous hand hydroc in corn

in no that's Welsh. That's the Celtic fringe. It's the same language. It's it isn't

darling. Welsh and and the old Brittany language is quite similar but I don't think Cornish it.

Or maybe it isn't, she won't, she won't, she won't bring my mum quickly.

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