Bill Nighy

The red-headed astronaut picked the front door without a fuss and his companion wheeled a metallic box over the threshold.

A settling torch, most likely.

So that's about the size of it for this episode.

Thank you for all the questions.

I hope you've enjoyed wasting some time.

I hope we have successfully helped you take a break because that's our mission.

Please, if you feel inspired, send me some questions via Instagram at illadvisedbybillnigh.

And remember, if you had a teenage band with an interesting name and you wrote songs and you can remember the lyrics to your signature song, please do send them in to the I'm With The Band feature.

So I'll see you next time.

And in the meantime, stay loose.

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.