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So we've got to get going with the show now. Thank you very much. Welcome to the Beagle Live!

This is the Beagle Live show here, once again at the Les Square Theatre, doubling up as issue 4,274 of the Beagle,

of the world's last bulwark against the dangerous suffocating grasp of truth.

I am Andy Zoltzman, and if 400 randomly selected people in the London Theatre were to describe me, they would probably say

I heard it. We all heard it.

Sorry, I've had most heckles in my time, but not that.

We are here on the 16th of September 2023, meaning it is the International Day for the Preservation of the Ozone Layer.

Don't crowd seem to be a little bit split on the Ozone Layer. Some fan, some skeptics.

To me, what a layer, that is the Ozone Layer. Easily one of my favourite layers of all time.

I think a bit fuss about it just gets on with the job, but a terrific little Oxygen Allotrop as well.

Ozone sweeps up all that dangerous ultraviolet light like a podcast host at a breakfast buffet.

Sorry, am I sharing too much? I've actually got some Ozone and Oxygen because they're both made of Oxygen.

This is a bit of Ozone. This is a bit of Oxygen here. The difference, there's three little bits of Oxygen in it.

Sorry, am I not am I confusing you now? Anyway, shouldn't we call the Ozone Layer.

There are under 10 parts per million of the Ozone Layer actually made of Ozone.

But then again, I do guess I call myself a comedian. Who wrote this this week?

We do have a special bugle appeal. If you have any spare Ozone, please put it in the Ozone Collection bucket on the way out at the end of the show.

And I'm taking a hot air balloon 20 kilometers up in the sky where we will release the Ozone back into the wild.

Also, on this date, 16 September 1959, the first successful photocopier, the 0x914, there is a lot of photocopier that is.

It was introduced the world in a televised demonstration in New York, the inventor, Chester Carlson, thrilled the watching world

and expanded the limits of human communication by photocopying his arse, then giggling to himself, pulling his trousers back up and saying nothing is ever going to be the same again.

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