Friends, welcome to the Daily Inch.

While I'm away researching Murdemile, here's a little treat to keep you entertained over

the next three weeks.

15 little stories which are fun, rambly, informative, but not essential to listen to.

Each story has been written and presented in a tongue-in-cheek way and are not for the

easily offended.

Murdemile returns on Thursday the 24th of August 2023.

But until then, there's this.

The Daily Inch.

After 19, the fickle finger of fate, fate, you do not want to piss it off.

Fate is your life mapped out, like an episode of EastEnders.

And as long as you don't want to hear the duft of dufts too early, being a few scenes

before Pauline says, Arthur, Arthur, Ruth moans, or Mark, how are we going to pee through

the int?

To which Mark replies, sharp-roof, the age is playing me up.

As the Demarco family ask, where's Nonan, where's Nonan?

Trevor, Monioclyglyce, you're an H3R.

Soul World's character Hugh regards every night as a wicked patie.

One of the Mitchell Brothers grumbles, leave a bravo.

And Dirty Den sucks his finger while he's online, half naked, and pumping his tiny little

glow stick like he's hosting a rave in his pants and he's the DJ.

Admittedly it's been a long while since I've watched EastEnders, and yes, that was

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