Amy Annette

Vegetable-y things.

Amy went off, went into a bin, came out of it with some jacked potato, half a jacked potato, handed it to her.

So I am now, I mean, this is not my yesterday, but this is where our yesterdays do disconnect now because I will only be there for a short time because I am flying back to Dublin.

My vibe is rapidly starting to decelerate as I run out of energy, having been at my peak maybe at eight o'clock this morning.

So you do some more interviews then?

Yeah.

Yes, very glamorous lady.

Because it's all about Fritzl.

A wise choice.

In my interview with her, I used it as an opportunity to do what I think is my perfect posh Edinburgh man accent.

Yeah, it got nothing.

You think you've got a perfect accent, Max?

We're very excited to have you back this year, David.

Like, it's perfect.

And yet she got nothing.

Yeah, fair enough.

Yeah.

Everyone loves when I do it, with the exception of this woman from Scotland.

Max has been holding back an Irish impersonation until recent episodes of the podcast where he occasionally will do me saying something.

Yeah.