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Burst water mains can be annoying. May 2010.

Thankfully, we only went without water for a few hours. Henry did have to have a Pommy wash though, which upset him no end.

Time for today's Sunday Top Five, where I am listing my Current Top Five Favourite Podcasts! That's right, since children I now no longer watch TV, I listen to podcasts. In particular, I listen to these podcasts.


  • Tell 'em Steve-Dave

    • Highlight? #18, where Walt explains his theory about midgets seducing paedophiles for the public good.

  • Dan Carlin's Hardcore History

    • Highlight? #27-#30, a four part special - Ghosts of the Ost Front - exploring the German invasion of the Soviet Union, and Soviet response.

  • It's Up For Grabs Now!

    • Highlight? 21/12/2009, where Alan abuses the Hull bench to the delight of the crowd.

  • NPR All Songs Considered

    • Highlight? 10/2/2010 Breakup Songs. For the record, I don't mind Split Enz's I Hope I Never...

  • BBC From Our Own Correspondent

    • Highlight? Hard to pick one, but I have enjoyed Dominic Hughes's stories from around the Baltic examining the impact of the economic crisis.
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