What Most Impulse? Hello and welcome to another edition of what most people think.

Breaking news. The fourth one of these. So as I said,

obviously we are, we've got a few adverts on now, but one of the benefits of that is it enables me

a drop in with episodes like this on a week like this where it's just been, I mean, the news

has been breaking. The news got broken. The news has needed x-rays because it got fractured, splintered and knocked every which way.

So consequently, this episode was supposed to just be for International Bloaks Day.

By the way, I know that I've got a very, a lot of manly men that listen to this.

So I don't want to call it International Men's Day because I think that they might

think that sounds a bit limp. So we call it International Bloke's Day, all right? But also I just want to catch up on some of the big political news that has broken. So we'll be talking about, you know, the Tories, what happened, how that reshuffle was perceived, the Rwanda decision. but I'll also talk about Labour, he seemed to... I don't know, Labor have been more organised recently,

but it's good to see them... how that reshuffle was perceived, the Rwanda decision, but also talk about Labour, who seemed

to, I don't know, Labour have been more organised recently, but it's good to see them

rediscover that capacity for shooting themselves in the foot a little bit with some of their

MPs rebelling over the wording of a thing in a country, in a war that we're not directly,

anyway, we'll talk about all that stuff.

And then we've got Kenny Marmarella de Cruz, the man whisperer on, to talk about, you know, let's celebrate men. I know that that word, men don't like that word generally, do they? Celebrate. Let's celebrate ourselves. I mean, it does sound like a euphemism. That is part of the problem. Yeah, you know, especially

as a comic who's spending a lot of time on the road in hotel rooms alone, you'd imagine

I'd be doing a lot of self-celebrating. On that note, I am currently in a premiering in Dundee.

Now, one of the interesting things about coming to Dundee is that every single Scottish person

I've told this to has screwed their face up and just, you know, just looked concerned for me.

They sort of questioned my decision-making process.

There'd be some people have called it Scum-D, which I think is brutal.

Some people have called it the armpit of Scotland, but it's all made me more determined to be in Dundee. However, when I arrived, I suddenly realized that the accommodation that's been books for me was a 20-minute drive outside of Dundee, and the further I got, man, I was just, I started feeling sad. I started feeling sad. Halfway through the drive, the guy went, oh, your venue's over

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