Hello and welcome to my Victorian nightmare. I'm your host, Genevieve Mannion,

and I'm here to talk about mysterious deaths, morbid fascinations, disturbing stories, and otherwise

spooky events from the Victorian era. Because to me, there's just something especially intriguing,

creepy, and oddly comforting about horror and mayhem from the 19th century. So, listener discretion

is advised.

Hello, friends, and welcome to this my 24th episode. I hope that you had a lovely New Year's Eve. Mine was simply elegant. I stayed up till one o'clock in the morning. I wore a dress that I love that an ex once said I looked like a cartoon character in, so that's why he's my ex. I looked amazing and everybody thought so.

I'd post a picture, but the only picture of myself wearing it was taken after I had like

two bottles of Prosecco and raided the appetizer table like an animal.

I am an appetizer shark at a cocktail party.

I swim around outside the door where the appetizers come out so I can strike the second the cheese puffs make their debut.

I had plenty of tasty snacks at this party.

Um, and my friend Chrissy also planted a huge kiss on me at midnight.

Romantically kissing a good friend is a whole sensation.

We are just friends.

She's one of my best friends.

I actually recommend it, if only for anthropological reasons,

just to see what happens.

It opens up a whole new world of synchronicity, I'd say. Especially if it's a two bottles of

Prosecco Deep kind of kiss because it's like no holds barred. No fear. Only stupidity. It was nice.

So nothing but delightful times to report about New Year's Eve. Okay, I have some very

exciting stuff to share with you today on today's show. Heavens. But before I get to the meat of the

episode, the mutton, if you will, and before I get to the Nosferatu review that I promised

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