Hunt the wren with the end of a carryman's testicle, you wretched endas.

Welcome to the Blind Boy podcast.

I stand before you at the precipice of a new year.

If you're a brand new listener,

please go back to an earlier podcast to familiarise yourself with the lore of this podcast.

If you're a regular listener, a 10-foot deckling, a steaming quaver, you know the crack.

It's New Year's Eve.

Today is New Year's Eve, 2025, and tomorrow it's going to be 2026. I began this podcast in 2017. I've delivered a podcast

every single week since 2017. I've never, I've never missed a week. I've delivered a podcast every

single week since 2017. It's an unbelievable privilege and honour to still be delivering a podcast every fucking week.

Here on the last day of 2025, I'm at the bars of 2025, hurtling towards the gonads of the future.

And you know what, fair play to you if you're listening.

I don't think there'll be many people listening to a podcast on New Year's Eve,

which doesn't feel like a podcast listening day.

But I love putting one out anyway.

I tell you who I'm thinking about right now.

The people who are at work on New Year's Eve,

I get messages from people.

People with mad jobs,

like people who...

Like a security guard

on a completely empty building site.

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