It's almost a delayed gratification kind of thing, because you know you'll hear it somewhere, you can't not. Personally I think it's called Last Christmas rather than Last December for a reason and I don't understand the rush to listen to Christmas stuff, but that's me

I think if I voluntarily listened to it before about the evening of the 23rd it just wouldn't make sense, it's so sugary, but I appreciate that it's basically a George Michael DIY record

It's reassuring that he put that much effort into it, I worried it was just him bashing some keys and then going "yeah that'll do, I'll give Bill a call now"

I have an long unbroken run of adding the words. Sometimes it's an inappropriate time or place, but you know, priorities

Must be a nightmare though. You'd be afraid to fart

I wonder if it's an "OK, maybe it's an accident this time but I don't want to see any more eggs" situation? And then she comes home from work one day and he's squatting on the floor looking both proud and sheepish. "Stand up, Garry" "no"

Imagine having a party with two people who each think they're the one in charge and then suggesting calling it Popular Alliance, brilliant

They should have Boaty McBoatfaced it, not this "it's your party and here are four really boring potential names you can choose from" business

Lovely fresh falafel! Crunchy and moist! Yeah it's very Sugar, isn't it? Sugar by way of pub rock

You could have an intro and a breakdown where it's just a chugga-chugga-chugga. The "can't do this to me baby" bit doesn't come in until about 1:45

Every year they make out there aren't Christmas pop records being made anymore. It's bollocks, there are a number, it's just people don't like or remember them

I think most of those Christmas records are horrible tbh, I don't get why I'd put myself through listening to them instead of the billion better things I could put on, but people like them

Ah, that makes sense. And then there seems to be like one newly refurbished one out there? It's a lucky day when you get on that

I think the reason the Central line trains are covered in it is they're tatty anyway. I don't see it on the Crossrail ones

On additional sniffing noises

"Denise Welch's Slayyy Bells", ah man I'm so glad this is another fever dream

He's fucked up that breakfast. Looks like a Premier Inn one when they've run out of sausages and hash browns and you've got to improvise