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I got hit with a truck this week so I'm still not 100%. I waited till the very last minute to record this episode too, in hopes that I would not sound quite so grim and nasally. So thank you very kindly for your patience. Now grab a cozy cup of hot chocolate or a lovely cup of tea because I decided to fish through England's version of the Illustrated Police News, law courts and record for horrifying holiday themed and Christmas themed articles. And oh boy did I find them. And some lovely ones too. Both the United States and England had their own versions of this paper and they began at about the same time. 1860ish. Almost all of the articles that I read on the show have come from the American version. That article though, about the poor man killed by a coffin in the episode before last, that was from the English one. Anytime that you see any of the famous illustrations of Jack the Ripper crime scenes, for example, they came from the London based Illustrated Police News. My listenership is mostly American, but second to us Yanks. Are you darlings from the UK. 15% of you join me for this creepy little show, so I thought I'd dedicate this episode to to you. I also thought that it might be extra Christmassy to take a little trip across the pond to Dickens Victorian hometown. So today I will be discussing a family hatchet fight, an assault with a pot roast, an assault with a teapot, a fruit and nut plundering, an insane chimney sweep, a grisly Christmas Day murder, a tragic Christmas Day train disaster, and a chamber of horrors among some others. Truly horrific Christmas Day events. But first, a little haunted housekeeping. Okay, mixed results on last week's episode. Resoundingly most of you liked hearing a spooky Victorian ghost story. And resoundingly you voted in the poll that you would like ghost story minisodes. But those of you who did not like it really did not like it. And that's okay. I appreciate all the input. I feel kind of like I might not do long form ghost stories like last week, but might stick to more bite size spooky ghosty eerie poems like I did for the bonus Halloween episode. I'll figure that out soon. Also, fun fact, I've been diagnosed as neurodivergent. I seriously thought that that was a term Gen Z made up for why they can't do basic things. And then I found out it's why I can't do basic things. Heavens, what a discovery that shocks not one person that knows me. Apparently, my crippling dyslexia, scant at best reading abilities and and the fact that numbers mean absolutely nothing to me. They're just pictures. Let's just be honest with each other. The only way that I could and still can remember like my times tables was phonetically two times two is four is a very nice sounding sentence. That is how I would remember what two times two equals. Four. Which looks exactly to me like the letter A is the sound that goes at the end of that sentence. Apparently this also explains why I can feel sounds and tell you their colors. I have wild synesthesia. It's why sirens make me feel like I'm turning inside out among a number of other traits I have discovered. It's really neat to have a reason for these things. Not that I needed one. I think it's just nice because always to feel comfortable with all my not normal traits. I would just say that I was weird and I am, but there's something about having an explanation now that makes me still feel weird but less lonely in a way. Like less solitary. Anyway, intriguing discovery in the Mannion household recently. That aside, thank you for rating the podcast on Spotify. Thank you for your comments. I had such sweet ones this week. Please continue to leave them on Spotify, on Instagram, at myvictorianightmare. Email me@myvictorianightmaremail.com oh, I also added more mugs to the merch store as requested. I originally just had the my Victorian Nightmare logo ones, but I added that gorgeous from the Precipice to Eternity illustration to one as well as the See you in youn Nightmares, one that I really love. You'll find those at myvictorianightmare.com in the store link, as well as a way to find my Patreon if you want to enjoy the show ad free. Thank you everyone that joined this week. I love you guys. Okay, let's dive into these horrifying Christmas themed articles from the Illustrated Police News, Law Courts and Record London edition. If you are unfamiliar with this charming Victorian publication. It was a weekly newspaper that I just learned was banned in Ireland in 1926 by the Committee on Evil Literature. And yes, it had very evil detailed descriptions of violent and disturbing crimes which were particularly over the top and illustrations which are wonderful, but that were also particularly over the top. This was a salacious tabloid, essentially that, as I've said before, for better or for worse, mostly worse. It really gives you a fascinating look into what Victorian society thought was interesting and this very much interests me. So this first article comes to us from 1887 and it is a doozy. It is called An Irish Row at Bradford and it reads, a serious disturbance occurred on Christmas Day in a low quarter of Bradford, as a consequence of which one man is now in the infirmary and several other men and two or three women are under medical treatment in their own homes. A feud between two Irish families broke out in the afternoon, one of the men being felled with a hatchet. The whole of the members of the two families were soon engaged in a hand to hand encounter with pokers, knives and other weapons, and the defeated party were followed into their house, the shutters torn off and all the windows broken. The crockery was smashed and the furniture having been broken up, put into the fire. The police eventually succeeded in ending the conflict which had been witnessed by a great crowd of spectators. I know I'm terrible for chuckling there, but let me explain. My Uncle Jack spent years compiling my Irish family history. Everything from everyone who was married to whom, where they were married, where they were buried, like what they were like. He dug up so many old newspapers from here to Killarney and my family starred in many articles just like this one. It sounds pulled right out of the Mannion family history book. They were always getting into absolutely terrible fights. My uncle took my family on a tour of cemeteries in Baltimore to meet the OGs who were the first to come over during the famine. This is the kind of stuff my family does and we were standing on one of the family plots and being that they were all very poor, this was around the 1890s or so the family were all four people in this case buried one on top of the other. Not at the same time, but to save money on the plot, they would just use the one. But the stone had two last names on it, man Yin and Manning. My uncle had to dig real deep to find out why there was a Manning on there. We don't have Mannings in our family. He discovered one of them changed his own name, either out of spite, because of a fight, or because he just didn't want to be associated with the other. This was very in fashion in my Victorian Irish family history. The spelling of my own name, M A N I O N, is not at all traditional. It's a common Irish last name, but the common spelling is M A N, N I O N. My uncle found out that one brother, out of spite for the other, dropped one of the N's. That'll show them I'm the lineage of the spiteful brother. It explains so much about me. I put a few pictures of my family's cemetery romps on the Instagram. They are so cute. Moving on. Our second article comes to us from 1897 and it is called A Christmas Dinner Scene. It reads, edmund Henry Watts, a young man living at 16 Fronin Street, Battersea, was charged with assaulting Jesse, his wife. Both parties were young, although the wife asserted that they had been married for five years. On Christmas Day, her husband returned home About Half Part 3 in the afternoon and accused her of infidelity. She denied the accusation and he thereupon took the beef from the table and threw it at her, following this up with a blow in the eye. In cross examination, the wife admitted giving her husband a black eye a few weeks ago in self defense, the prisoner drew the magistrate's attention to his youth and declared that his married life had been a misery. Mr. Lane QC thought the wife was just as much to blame as her husband. And by consent of the parties, he granted the wife a judicial separation and made an order upon the prisoner to contribute 10 shillings weekly toward her maintenance. End quote. Wow. Okay, so divorce was legalized in England in 1858, but only the very wealthy could afford to do it. And it was done by what was called a private act of Parliament. Only about 10 of these private acts would be passed by Parliament each year between 1850 and 1890. But there was an alternative, and that's what these two folks got. A judicial separation. Separation. It was an agreement granted on the grounds of adultery, cruelty or desertion without cause. For two years, this kind of separation gave women the legal right to Own property and future earnings. But neither party could remarry. 10 shillings a week was worth about £50. Today it's roughly 42 to 45 bucks. But want to know something interesting that you rarely hear? The way inflation is generally calculated? Like if you go to Google right now, just how much was a shilling worth in 1890? The answer you get is not really accurate. That 10 shillings that she was awarded was actually worth considerably more. For example, Bob cratchit was paid 15 shillings a week by Ebenezer Scrooge, right? If you do the standard old timey shillings to pounds conversion, it comes out to about 75 pounds a week. If you're using what's called the real wage wage value. But if you use what's called the relative labor earnings value, which is much more accurate, he was actually pulling in about 611 pounds per week. The real wage just accounts for inflation, but the relative labor wage accounts for the more realistic costs. For example, a video camera in the 80s, even though it was the 80s, costs you like a grand. Now it's just part of our phones that cost a few hundred bucks. Over long periods of time, prices for everything change dramatically. And not just because of inflation, but things like availability, advances in technology, popularity. We've all heard the bit about how it was considered too cruel to serve lobster to convicts because they were so plentiful. Turns out that isn't true. That was never true. A historian, Sandy Oliver, a food historian from Maine, found no references to prisoners ever eating Lobster before the 17th or 18th centuries. And by the time the story materialized, it was told only in the 20th century, about the 1800s. But it wasn't even true about lobster. It was about salmon, which also wasn't true. There were no laws passed to prevent convicts from eating too much lobster or salmon in the 1800s. In the 1800s, they were eating cheap, easy to prepare food like salted pork, cabbage, potatoes, et cetera. But the price of pork then was comparatively much cheaper than it is now because of demand. Now, I'm not about to tell you exactly how to come to this figure because I barely understand what numbers even are. But according to measuringworth Dot, I'll link to the article in the show Notes. If we were using the relative wage calculation, Bob Cratchit would only have been making about £3,900 a year, which no one can live on. But if you adjust for this relative labor earnings value, again, the more accurate one, he was actually making more like 32,000 pounds a year. Today, an accountant earns about 62,000 pounds a year on average. But this was actually accurate. It was to show that Scrooge was so cheap, he was paying Bob way below his pay grade. Fascinating. At New Balance, we believe if you run, you're a runner, however you choose to do it. Because when you're not worried about doing things the right way, you're free to discover your way. And that's what running's all about. Run your way@newbalance.com running. Okay, this next one, it's a tough one. It doesn't have a main title. Unlike the American Police News, which had titles that were almost as long as some of the articles. Sometimes the London one's articles had actually not too many official titles, and if they did, they were often very short. Again, this one is untitled, and it reads, Greenwich. On Saturday last, Charles Pratt, laborer, was charged with assaulting Mrs. Marsh, a landlady of the fishing smack public house, Deptford Depford. Deptford, correct me, English people, by throwing a pewter pot at her head. The prisoner went into the house and asked the landlady for a Christmas box, which was refused him. He then wanted some beer on credit, which was also refused him, whereupon he seized a pint pot and threw it at Mrs. Marsh, striking her on the forehead and hurting her severely. He made his escape, but a warrant was taken out and he was arrested. Goodwin, the jailer, said the prisoner was now under his recognizance to keep the peace, and in November, he was fined 20 shillings for an assault. Mr. Marsham sent him to prison for a month. Okay, not much needs to be said here about that one, but I want to talk about what a Christmas box was. This man came demanding a Christmas box. This was a gift gratuity, or some of money given to employees, tradespeople, or letter carriers during the Christmas season. But often they would include booze. And there are a number of pleas from postmaster generals and their annual reports asking members of the public to please stop getting their letter carriers drunk. This man in this story is described as a laborer, but it's unclear if he was a laborer for the public house. It doesn't appear that he was. He just came in demanding a Christmas present, and when he didn't get it, he wreaked havoc on this poor woman. Oh, I really hope she recovered. Goodness. Okay, now for a quick trip back to the States and a little peek into literally one of my very worst nightmares from 1884. This one does not have a title. It's just an unassuming blurb between other unassuming blurbs. And this one is about a Chicago Railroad train disaster and it reads, A passenger train from Chicago on the Louisville and Chicago Railroad fell on Christmas Day morning through the bridge over the Blue river near Salem, Indiana. The steam, swollen by heavy rains and melting snow, had reached the supports of the bridge. The locomotive safely crossed, but three passenger coaches fell. With the bridge being telescoped into each other, the wreck finally caught fire from the overturning stoves. 8 persons were killed and 10 injured. End Quote I am always shocked when I try to research some of these events and find nothing. I found a few other newspaper clippings from this time about this event, but you would figure something like this would be so particularly horrible that it would be given a name like the Christmas Blue River Bridge train tragedy or something. But no. And this is because the 1880s had so many train accidents, including some of the deadliest in American history. Regularly. This one likely didn't even stand out. For example, the 1887 Forest Hills disaster killed 38 people and injured 40. The 1888 Mud Run disaster killed 64 and injured 50, and the Great Chatsworth train wreck of 1887 killed 85 people. These are only just three of a huge list that I'm reading from. I couldn't find a list of exactly how many train accidents happened specifically in the year that this article was written, 1884. But in 1880 there were 8216 train accidents just in that one year. God Almighty. Okay, this next one is cute. A little comic relief. It is called Boys Carouse in a Fruit Shop and it reads, an extraordinary charge of shopbreaking was investigated by the Worthing magistrates, The accused being two boys named Howard and Heseman, aged 13 and 11 respectively. After a large fruitier's shop in south street had been locked up and left for the night, the lads forcibly entered the back of the premises and proceeded to plunder. They helped themselves freely to the stock and even opened a bottle of a special brand of vinegar, but this was apparently not to their taste. They spent the night on the premises and walked off just before daybreak, each with a sack of fruit and nuts. The property was recovered to a great extent, their homes and the excuse given by one boy to his parents was that he had won it in a Christmas draw, while the others said it came from a Norwegian barge that stranded near Worthing recently. The boys were committed for trial at the West Sussex Quarter Sessions. End quote. Part of me just finds it so charming that they broke into a store to Steal fruit and nuts. I don't condone it, but I do understand it. Okay, this next one is somewhat grisly and very sad. It is called fatal lamp accidents. Okay. It reads. The Manchester deputy coroner held an inquiry on Friday into the circumstances attending the deaths of Jane Mulhall, aged 34, and Sarah Mulholl, aged two. Her daughter, the husband of the deceased woman, said that on Christmas Eve his wife and two children were sitting with him in the kitchen. About one o'clock he fell asleep in a chair and was awakened by loud screams. He went to the foot of the stairs, which was on fire, and after getting some water and throwing it over the burning wood, ran up. Owing to the dense smoke, he failed to find his wife and children, but discovered that one of the large panes of glass in the bedroom window had been broken. Suspecting what had occurred, he went down again and found his wife lying on the footpath underneath the bedroom window with her clothing smoldering. The witness cut the burning clothes away from the deceased and while she was attended to, he went to his two children who had been taken into a neighbor's house. The little girl, Sarah, was badly burned and she and her mother were as soon as possible taken to the infirmary. The witness's wife told him that she slipped and fell going up the stairs, thereby causing the lamp to break. She died on Wednesday afternoon and the child had since succumbed. After Mrs. Mulholl had, in her agony, jumped through the window, the children were gotten out of the house by two gentlemen. Several witnesses testified to the sobriety of the persons concerned in the lamentable occurrence, and the jury returned a verdict of accidental death. Mrs. Burgess, who was severely burnt in a consequence of a similar accident to an oil lamp in another part of Manchester on Christmas Day, died at the infirmary on Friday as well. Oh, God. I do not have much more to say about this one. I cannot even begin to imagine that kind of horror. It is incredible how deadly lamp lights were. In fact, I might just do an entire episode on lamplight disasters. The 1800s was a constant blaze. Okay, this next one is some charming relief. It's an advertisement for something called a Christmas lucky box. This is a mystery box that would make a fun Christmas gift and costs only one shilling. It's among the other advertisements for snake oil and arsenic soap that are also promising big things for just one shilling. This was worth about $4.50 U.S. that's about five pounds. And I'm sorry, I cannot calculate the relative labor earnings value of that because, again, numbers are just pictures and sounds to me the advertisement reads Christmas Lucky Boxes one shilling Be in time. Every box contains a splendid article of Assyrian gold or silver jewelry worth at least double the money paid. Many of the boxes will be found to contain prizes sold by retail jewelers from about 10 shillings to 15 shillings each. Sterling silver watch watches will from time to time be included. The magnificent collection of jewelry consists of Assyrian gold brooches, earrings, lockets, necklaces, bracelets, guard chains, Victorian Alberts. Quick side note, these were lovely interlocking faceted cable links with pierced motifs and floral engravings, essentially like a chain that was worn by a gentleman to secure a pocket watch to a buttonhole or waistcoat. I'll put a picture on the Instagram. I continue. It also includes gem rings, scarf rings, breastpins, diamond rings, charms, gold pencil cases, etc. Etc. I love that there are two etcs there a chance of a pound's worth for to every purchaser of one of these lucky boxes will present free a bonus packet for dull evenings amusement. The bonus packet contains 100 beautiful relief scraps for albums. Also six splendid French Chromeo pictures. Also also a cure for love, Also a comical curious love letter and Mother Shipton's Prophecies. And last but not least, a splendid assortment of Christmas and New Year's cards. Remember all the above given free with the lucky box. End Quote first of all, I want one of these boxes so bad. Please only give me one of these boxes for Christmas. Even though all of the jewelry would have just been made with scrap metal. That bonus packet alone. Doesn't it just sound wonderful? Mother Shipton's Prophecies it mentions that this is included in that bonus packet. Mother Shipton was an English soothsayer and prophetess, sometimes described as a witch who lived in the 14 to 1500s. A legend of her birth tells that she, quote, was born during a violent thunderstorm and was deformed and ugly, born with a hunchback and bulging eyes. The sources also state that Shipton cackled instead of crying after having been born and as she did so, the priest previously raging storms ceased. End quote. This is according to Wikipedia. This book of prophecies contains over 100 prophetic rhymed couplets, some predicting the end of the world. One notable one says the world to an end shall come in 1881. It didn't and it turns out that this book was not written by her. It was written by a man named Charles Hindley in 1862. Regardless, I would love a copy. Okay, this next one comes to you from my oh my God folder. I mentioned in episodes in the past that I organize all of my articles into folders like Murder, Weird, Spooky, Fun. This one came out of the one labeled oh my God because like most of the articles in there, it starts out Uneasy then on a Dime. Oh my God. This article does not have a title, but it reads an extraordinary shooting case occurred in Bristol on Friday. A chimney sweep named John Attic and his wife showed signs of insanity on Christmas Day and put in their window a notice that anyone other than police in uniform entering their premises would be shot. Next day Rowe, a relieving officer, obtained an order for a doctor to visit and report. He had to be accompanied by police and he was only admitted on assuring the couple that he was a true believer in God. The doctor reported them to be dangerous and warrants were issued to bring them before the magistrates. Rowe, accompanied by Constables James and Padfield, attended to execute the warrants. When John Attic fired five shots from the revolver before he was disarmed, Roe was shot in the neck and a bullet struck the foot of James and went through the leg of Padfield's trousers. Roe was taken to the hospital where the bullet was extracted and he is doing well. The man and wife are in custody. End quote. No comment on that one. Other than oh my God. I couldn't find any more on this story. Sadly. I do hope everyone involved turned out okay, especially the guy shot in the neck. Okay, this next one is mysterious and a bit intense and it's also quite sad. It is called Dying at Christmas Dinner and it reads On Saturday Mr. Collier held an inquiry at the New Globe concerning the death of Abraham Buell Ham, aged 74, a weaver of 13 North Place. According to the evidence of the son of the deceased, the old man was in good health up to the moment before he died. He had never been under a doctor or had a day's illness and was at work the day before. On Christmas Day they were all assembled at their dinner when the deceased, who had been looking forward to the day with a considerable amount of pleasure, took up a glass of ale and wishing his family health and happiness, proceeded to drink, but had only taken a small quantity when he fell back in his son's arms, foaming at the mouth and died almost immediately, the daughter in law having offered similar evidence. Dr. Blythe of Victoria Park Road stated the cause of death to be a sudden failure of the heart's action. He learned that the deceased was eating and talking at the same time just before he Drank the ale and this together with excess of joy, had caused his death. Probably had they laid him down when attacked, he would have recovered. The jury returned a verdict of death from failure of the heart's action brought on by excitement. End quote. Okay, few things to discuss here. First, that last line about the jury returning their verdict. This is not a jury in a court of law. This was a coroner's jury. Folks, who would assist a coroner in getting to the bottom of causes of death? Death. We've talked about this on a number of other episodes in the past. I mention this to make it clear that this doesn't sound like anyone was treating this like a criminal case. But should they have? Did he die of an excess of joy as stated? Let's look at the facts. All we know from this article is that he took a sip, fell back into his son's arms and then foamed at the mouth before he died. A few causes he could have been poisoned, specifically with arsenic or cyanide. Both cause foaming at the mouth. But cyanide poisoning wasn't actually that common. Arsenic poisoning, however, very common in the 1800s. This article was written in 1884 and they could at this time actually very accurately discover if you were killed by arsenic through a test called the Marsh Test. It was developed by chemist James Marsh as early as 1836, and it was a chemical test. It involved mixing a sample of the victim's tissue with chemicals like sulfuric acid and zinc, which would produce a visible arsenic gas if present. It was incredibly accurate too, and could detect even minute traces of arsenic. They may have done that test, to be sure, but it does sound likely that he did die of a heart attack, as foaming at the mouth is also possible with a heart attack, although laying him flat on his back would not have helped that. Oh, that poor family. Oh God, that sounds so sad. Okay, let's make our way over to this next story, which is even more horrifying. It is called Horrible Murder of a Woman in Sunderland. And it reads, the body of Mary Taylor, about 50, was found on Wednesday morning in the backyard of a large tenement house, 7 Hodgkin Street, Sunderland. The woman's forehead had been cut open with an axe and the brains protruded. The locality is close to the old market and is a very poor one. There were eight tenants in the house and the only entrance to the yard from the narrow street is through the passage on the steps of which Taylor was last seen alive at about 1 o'clock at Christmas morning. She was then Vomiting. And the key to her shop in Zion street was afterwards found on the steps. There are no marks of blood in the passage and it is certain that she was murdered in the yard. A shawl she wore was missing at first and it was thought that she had been murdered and robbed. But the shawl has since been found in the passage. There is a suspicion that the woman had been outraged before being murdered. Side note, this means raped. The wound on her forehead is a terrible one. There was a clean cut down the center which divided the brain. It must have been done by a hatchet or some sharp instrument. When the body was found, the wound was covered with a piece of fur. The deceased's daughter, Mrs. Adams, who lives upstairs at number seven, said she thought her mother had gone to her own home. When she left her at about 9:30, she heard no cry or noise during the night. On Friday, the inquest was opened and was adjourned on January 6 to allow for further inquiries and for the axe to be examined by an analyst. Oh, Mary. Sadly, I looked to see if they ever found anything about this anymore, about this case, her killer, anything. But I didn't find any more information about it. Such strange details, though. The wound was covered by a piece of fur. She'd been vomiting. It sounds like a rape, robbery and murder. But when the murderer covers the body, isn't that often seen in murders where the killer knew the person? Am I making that up? I feel like I've heard that that's a very personal act and commonly indicates that the killer knew the person. But I could also just be making that up. Correct me, true crime people. Weird. I just got deja vu. Have I ever asked you guys to set me straight about what killers covering bodies means in another episode? Glitch in the Matrix. Okay, well, that was very sad and awful. A great deal of these articles were very sad and very awful. So this last one, I think will make you feel a little bit better. It also doesn't have an official title, but it is about Madame Tussaud's Christmas exhibition in an 1886 volume. And it reads, visitors to the world renowned waxworks exhibition of Madame Tussaud during the Christmas holidays will, in addition to the large number of historical and famous figures on view, be able to see some new tableaux which have been added to the collection. These include a tableau representing King John surrounded by his barons and numerous ecclesiastic eccles. Oh, boy. Ecclesiastical dignitaries signing the Magna Carta. It has been Beautifully modeled by Mr. John Tussaud, among other Attractions are Wellington at the deathbed of Napoleon and a lifelike portrait model of the United States President, Mr. McKinley. The monster lucky Tub will again delight the young folks as well as the everlasting delights of the Chamber of Horrors. For an all round entertainment at once innocent, novel and instructive, Madame Tussaud is entitled to the very front rank. Okay, I tried to find what this monster called Lucky Tub was, but I couldn't find anything, sadly. But I would love to talk briefly about Madame Tussaud. Chamber of Horrors. This was a separate room where wax figures of notorious murderers, murdered people, and other infamously evil historical figures were. She unveiled this Chamber of horrors in an 1802 exhibition and received great acclaim. It's still there, by the way. This room closed in April 2016, but it reopened in October 2022. It exhibited wax heads of King Louis XVI, Marie Antoinette and other royal victims of the French Revol with a model of a guillotine. It also included wax figures of Colonel Despard. This was an executed Irish officer who was alleged to have plotted the King's assassination. There was Arthur Thistlewood, a man executed for treason. He allegedly plotted to have the English Cabinet murdered. William Corder, who murdered his wife in a red barn in 1828. She also had figures of Burke and Hare, murderers who sold the bodies of their victims to a man named Robert Knox for dissection at his anatomy lectures. I'm gonna probably do a whole episode that features these guys in much more detail. There are many more murderers and evil folks displayed in this exhibition, including in later years, Charles Manson. But one figure who has never appeared that many people think has Jack the Ripper. Madam had a policy of never modeling people whose likenesses were unknown. So although there was a figure dedicated to him, it was portrayed as nothing but a shadow. I hope you enjoyed this creepy Christmas themed episode. Next week I'm going to talk about Victorian's spooky, strange and simply lovely holiday traditions. And if you enjoy this podcast and would like to hear more, more, please rate, review, subscribe and leave me comments. Introduce yourself, tell me what makes you weird. Be kind to yourselves and I will see you in your nightmares.