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Hello Quaranteeners! I’m far too sober for this time on a bank holiday weekend but that’s the way it is now, normality is there to be tossed into the trash. Put me in confession with the minister and I'd say I prefer the old ways of bank holiday working, but here we are. Anyway! On this weekend, someone to lift the blues, is a truly gorgeous spirit. Someone who tickles my intellectual tassels as much as he laughs at my crappy jokes. Joe and I chat about mental health, bull testicles (as in the balls of a bull) and vinyl record shops as well as musing over Clapham’s obsession with mussels. I ask Joe what it means to “Be" - and he has given me more questions than answers. But that is what a true friend does; they leave you wanting to come back for more. If you hear the occasional thud, apologies - that would be me plonking my beer down on the desk.  Joe, thank you for letting us pick our misinformed opinions apart and for giving me something I can’t quite put my (socially distant) finger on. Enjoy listening! Stay safe and sanitise. H x