I feel so lucky that after the first shit show, Mel Evans had me (and Jessica Kent) back to talk about more things that ruin the stuff I love.
This time it was five hundred pages of salacious, incomprehensible, "Victorian," dribble that makes me wonder how hard it actually is to get published.
Trust me when I say the podcast is far more enjoyable than the book.
Warning - its pretty blue. So just, obviously, I have no idea what any of the words I'm saying mean, Mom and Dad.
Happy Friday. You have earned a laugh.