Hey hey hey, Sam here. It honestly feels a bit weird having to write one of these blurbs. It's like driving someone else's car. I mean, I can't drive, but I imagine it's like that. Or wearing someone else's shoes. Even if they've been abandoned for some time, there's a psychic inference of warmth. And the sense that your feet might be corrupted, soaking up the steps of your predecessor via material osmosis. Am I now a part of wherever they once went? Whatever they once did? If you wore Usain Bolt's kicks, you can't tell me you wouldn't be just a little bit faster. If you wore Ed Gein's plaid cap, wouldn't your scalp be a little bit evil?

We chat about The Shining, The Eddy, Mindhunter, Tiger King and, inescapably, Doctor Who.