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This is top like time machine I am Andy Hobbody Dawson, pal, pal, pal.

I'm saying hop body, no, I'm saying nifty delaying. My body's not hot, it's your body that's hot.

My body's lukewarm, my best. My body's sweltering at the bit of this freaking

heat, but no, it's been all right. I know that this isn't a topical episode,

but it's been all right. It's been, it's been like being on all of the, when you go outside and

it's kind of like almost unbearably hot, but enjoyably sweet. And the thing is on holiday,

this is what I realised yesterday, it's like I thought, fuck me. I went, what the fuck's going on?

I went to the pub with my kids. I said, fuck this, the house is, I felt like the house was closing

in on us, right? So I said, that's the thing, aircon is the secret. There's a pub near me that

does a draft alcohol-free lager, right? Lucky St. On draft. And I thought, oh, could murder a

fucking pint of Lucky St. Call me down a bit. So I said, come on kids, we're going to the pub.

So I get in there, it's fucking empty, right? I said to the bum, what the fuck's all this? I mean,

when people can't even leave their house. And I went, and he had a foreign accident, so I went

physically get out of the house. He said they're too scared to leave the house, it's that hot,

so they can't come to the pub. I went, oh, and I went, where are you from?

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