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This is top-right time I shared. I am Andy Dawson, pa pa pa.

I'm Sam Nifty Delighty, so what?

Welcome along it's another episode of the Twits Odyssey. We are, of course,

working out. We're gradually through Rawl Dahl's classic book The Twits.

We set the scene quite early on establishing that Rawl Dahl is a bit of a cunt.

We're not sure about Quentin Blake, who did the illustrations. We're on the fence about him.

I think we're giving him the benefit of the down.

Because he's old and his website kind of gives off the vibe that he just doesn't want to

fucking engage anymore. So that's fair enough. I mean, you know, there'll be a top-flight time

machine website after we've finished doing this podcast, after we've knocked this on the

edge, and we'll run by our sons. Yeah, well, we're going to hand the podcast on to our sons,

aren't we? That's the plan, I think. Actually, we'll hand it over to them. And of course,

we'll return a percentage of the income from the daughters as well. But before you write in,

saying why the daughters involved is because frankly, our daughters have no interest in any of

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