Gargle your rammin, you boulevard Kuzaks. Welcome to the Blind Boy podcast. This episode might be

peppered with the laughter of employees from a pharmaceutical company that share, that share my

office floor with me. They're having a meeting and it seems very jovial. Let's begin this week's podcast with a poem. I haven't,

I haven't read out a poem in this podcast in fucking months. So let's read out a poem that was written

by Hollywood actor Paul Meskell. This poem is called My Celebrity Confessions.

I collect the yellow stuff that ladybirds put on your hand when you hold them

and then I rub it into my eyes so I can see the devil.

I bury myself in mud beside the river and hold my breath all winter like a frog. I stick my head into the trunks of

trees and wait until a squirrel has sex with my hair. I lay eggs on the surface of pans and they wriggle

underneath the meniscus and turn into horseflies. I collect nectar from mayflowers and smash my face into your

windscreen and then I die and you wipe me off like I'm an inconvenience. That was my celebrity

confessions by Hollywood actor Paul Mesk. I'm going to do a question answering podcast this week because this is actually pre-recorded. I'm going to do a question answering podcast this week because this is

actually pre-recorded. I'm on tour in England and Scotland right now and I'm doing 10 days in

14 days, which is quite, that's a very intense tour. I'm going to have to mind myself. But a tour like

that, it's literally...

Gig car, hotel car, gig.

Non-stop.

Which, to be honest, that's only stressful.

That's stressful if you don't look after yourself.

Performing on stage in front of a lot of people.

It releases huge amounts of adrenaline,

huge amounts of adrenaline, and it's exhausting exhausting and you don't really notice it. You can compare it to, I don't know, your wedding or your

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