Hello. Here is a new version of this accursed episode, without weird silences with nothing but heavy breathing, music interruptions, and Two Ronnies-style displaced repartee. FFS. I am so sorry.  Still and all. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAVE. He is fifty today. That's ridiculous. I'm so proud to be his cousin. He's a truly amazing man. And, you know what? He always was. And making these podcasts with him, aside from horrific technical nightmares that require a fairly forensic restoration of each verbal exchange, is such a complete joy. We used to make tapes, on a battered old cassette recorder. And now we make these. And I love it. And I love him. OK. Apologies for the delay. Making these things remotely is MUCH HARDER THAN YOU COULD POSSIBLY IMAGINE, particularly when your son touches your laptop in a Special Place, forcing you to reinstall windows in the hour prior to recording, and then you forget to install the audio drivers for the sound interface, so it records off the laptop mic, and then it stops midway, and and and and and OK I WANT MY STUDIO BACK. I'm just saying. Don't make me angry. You won't like me when I'm angry. Because I go all quiet and a bit withdrawn and then I weep softly. But I AM more likely to deal with the dishwasher.