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I listen to JZ and his mannerisms: 'Oh Man' 'Sweet' 'Jeez' and his 1960s hippy delivery of 21st century doom, and strangely, I feel reassured... snuggled up in my comfort blanket. I'm serious. And I smile as he mentions some article about the decline of health, then starts coughing spluttering and grasps a glass water and stoically finishes the piece. Anarchy Radio, my comfort blanket. Go figure!