Bill Nighy

Good morning, good afternoon or good evening, depending on where you are on the planet.

This is Bill Nye welcoming you to Ill-Advised by Bill Nye, the podcast for people who don't get out much and can't handle it when they do.

It's a refuge for the clumsy and the awkward.

If you are socially adept and enjoy healthy relationships, there's nothing for you here.

I will attempt to answer your questions without actually making things worse.

I was very moved and, you know, touched that so many people sent so many questions in.

It'll take me probably longer than I'm going to live to answer them all.

But we're going to start right now.

So let's hear one.

Well, Will, I feel you, as I think Generation Y used to say.

I feel you.

I also, being largely Irish, have a problem with anything above 25 degrees.

I'm not built for that.

And I've never had a suntan in my life.

I once went septic in the sun.

I fell asleep on a beach and I had open sores over my body for the whole of the holiday.

And my friends, in inverted commas, at night in the barn where we were living, they would wait till I'd got into the sleeping bag very tentatively, you can imagine.

And then they would roll me around the barn floor for a laugh.

And while I screamed in pain, that's as near as I ever got to any kind of sun, sun, whatever you call it, suntan.

It was more a kind of pink.