From Liverpool, from Liverpool, we need to talk about ghosts with Kevin Eustace.

Yes, it's Monday, and we all know what that means by now, don't we? Yes, we do indeed. It's time to talk about ghosties with me, Kev. Hi. Um,

there is a bit of a change today because Becca's Reddit corner doesn't feature Becca because

she's in the Middle East. Instead, I get the keys to the magical basement corner where she lurks,

and I go in and I fuck about a bit. Well, I basically tell you

a story from Reddit, which is how the show works. Anyway, I hope you're all doing fantastically

well, as is the podcaster's mantra. None of them mean it, but I truly do. I joke. I'm sure they all do

too. Anyway, first and foremost, we need to say a big thank you to our patrons now. I have no

guitar. That doesn't mean I'm going to do an a cappella thing or something like whereum,

yo, or something like that, because obviously, as you can just tell, I don't know how to do that.

But we do have patrons that have signed up. Sound hub?

We have Paddy.

We have Gretchen.

And I'm pretty sure I do have the list.

We have Sherry too, yes.

But what we don't have is a guitar.

So I'm not going to be able to sing any names.

But I will next week.

Next week I shall.

And no, this isn't a ploy because last week we only had Jim. This is no ploy to try and build up people's names. I'm not that clever. Believe

you me. But Sherry, Patty and Gretchen, don't you worry, you shall have your name sang out by the

dulcet tones of my own sweet voice, if he said so himself,

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