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Welcome to the Blind Boy podcast.

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to familiarize yourself with the lore of this podcast.

And if you are a regular listener, you know the crack.

I'm sitting here in my office in Limerick City, in the

middle of a very glorious heat wave, an unnatural heatwave, unfortunately. Today is the hottest

26th of May on record, and yesterday was the hottest 25th of May on record. So I have to parse

that dichotomy when I'm trying to enjoy the fucking

beauty. The leaves and the trees are all young. They're all a couple of weeks old. Things are as

green as green can be. I went for a cycle yesterday down by the river. I nearly started crying.

I nearly started crying with the... Just the majesty.

The majesty of the evening.

Swarms of mayflies.

Glistening off of this slenty, fucking pinky orange evening sun.

Heat battering up off the tarmac, getting quenched

by this cold river breeze that's carrying the smell of flowers that want to fuck each other.

So I'm in my office now looking out at it but also wanting to be outside in it. So if the weather is nice where you are,

I would ask that, go and listen to this podcast on a little walk. Have a nice little mindful walk

and listen to this podcast. I've got a hot take for you this week. It's a thread of inquiry.

So as you know, in about six weeks time, on the 5th of July, I'm going to be gigging over in Sheffield

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