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. You know, Hello all and the warmest of welcomes to the true crime enthusiast podcast, coming to

each time around from my very cluttered spare North Wales room, which is even more right now,

it is proper box city, where I seek to bring you

those tales of true crime that may not be familiar to you. There are often unreal and horrendous

that come from the darkest corners of the UK and Ireland. Bringing you these is myself, Paul,

will create a host and true crime enthusiast of the show's title. The Hairy Football

Peaksie is knocking around somewhere and I'm sure he'll be fast asleep by me shortly. And we're

completed by yourselves, the enthusiasts that we, well, I, do this for. It's great having the year

as ever, folks. Thank you so much. and i hope that as you've joined us it's

for a tale that finds you and yours all good all safe and all well so no messing or waffle then

we're down to the second part of the 40 year secret quicker than someone distancing themselves from Russell Brand right now.

And if you haven't heard part one yet, please go and hear that first, or else this will make

as little sense as the appeal of Married at First Sight. What a proper shambler bollocks that is too.

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