The old dear goes, ‘I don’t want my vital work on the campaign Move Funderland to the Northside to die with me’
The old dear smiles and I end up having to look away. I’m there, “Can you at least put your teeth in?” Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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6:20
‘I remember Past Ross thinking, you need to stort being nicer to Future Ross. He’s a genuinely good bloke’
Sorcha says she knows me. She knows me inside-out. But I tell her that the Rossmeister General still has one or two surprises in his locker. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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5:50
‘Sorcha, I’m wondering is climate justice maybe a bit above Santa’s pay grade?’
So – yeah, no – it’s that magical night of the year again when we all sit down as a family and write our letter to Santa Claus. We’ve the Bublé CD on and we’re all wearing our Christmas jumpers. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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6:22
Sorcha goes, ‘I make no apologies for saying it, Honor. You are a danger to democracy’
Honor is in an absolute fouler when she gets into the cor.I’m there, “Tough day at school?” Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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6:13
When they see the copper, the triplets think it’s about them gobbing on the cauliflower and turmeric latte crowd - which I’m not even sure is a crime’
There’s a Gorda cor bent around a lamppost and people are standing around looking shocked. Who could be responsible for this cornage? Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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