I am livid

Podcast 34 is upon is, but in slightly strange circumstances. It was recorded last week, immediately after podcast 33 as Cliff didn’t think he could make this week’s recording...

The podcast reaches a third of a century, but as ever Cliff and I don’t let this mature age deviate us from our juvenile ways...

And we’re back! It’s been a two week hiatus, if hiatus is the right word to use when the break was down to me having a cold, but we are back nonetheless...

As the podcast reached the ripe old age of 31, I thought it was about time we freshened things up and that I had a go at introducing the show. I think it went pretty well, even if I do say so myself...

The Podcast reaches its thirties and we weep for its lost youth. Not on air, that would be extremely gay. No, we wept in private...

The Podcast reaches 29 and enjoys its last hurrah before succumbing to the tedium of middle age with discussions between Cliff and I on what not to say at a Christening, this week’s big celebrity break-up and why the MPs expenses row makes them just like the Nazis. Sort of...

Podcast 28 arrives with tales from my recent short break in Portugal. You can hear my truly embarrassing tales of encounters with blond Australian ladies, plus late night swimming, and we show how the schoolboy versions of Cliff and Angry were so very, very different...

Podcast 27 is live as Cliff and I discuss the latest thing that will end civilisation as we know it, the events of the Wonky Donkey party, and my first ever ‘celebrity’ autograph. If you want to see the pictures I’m referring to in the podcast, you can find them here...

Podcast 26 is upon us as Cliff and I settle into the old routine. The old routine of sitting in front of a desk with massive headphones on and talking into a computer. That sort of routine...

In the late 90’s, at the height of their Saturday morning television fame, Ant and Dec had a game on their show called Wonky Donkey. The aim of the game was to guess what the animal was on the screen in front of you...

Podcast 25 arrives with Cliff returning tanned, toned and definitely not stoned (this is why he does the intros)...

Podcast 24 arrives with yet another guest presenter, as Fat Jim has been, err, benched. And so into the breach steps Ickle, who is possibly my tallest, skinniest and most polite friend. He is like the anti-Jim now I come to think about it...

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP It is the familiar sound of a text message. At the thankfully unfamiliar time of 7:15am. “Please can you bleep out all my swearing? Please?” asks Fat Jim in the message itself...

Podcast 23 is here and already I am regretting my decision to ask Fat Jim to stand in for Cliff during his holiday. We hardly touched the news, completely skipped ‘On This Day In History’, and I was forced to let Fat Jim record his own jingle...

It is finally here! Today, you can log in to Twitter and post your bad jokes adding the phrase ‘#badgag’ at the end. This hashtag will let other people, including non-twitterers, follow the day’s gags as they appear...

This week has been a little bit busy, I had a few posts in mind, one including a visit to the post office, which is always worthy of a few hundred words...

This week the podcast reaches it’s twenties, and on such an occasion we attempt to reach a new level of maturity as Cliff and I discuss the best way to disguise a fart, a 28 year old Russian’s perfect death, we create a formula which allows you to mock every single profession in the world ever,...

My friend TOWTAL (The One Who Talks A Lot) is in hospital with a broken leg and ankle, sustained whilst playing football on Saturday. This meant a trip to the hospital on Sunday to visit him after his ankle had been pinned. I don’t like hospitals. I never have...

I went to Fat Jim’s for dinner. Fat Jim likes to experiment with food. As I have written about in the past. He is a bit like a really bad Heston Blumenthal. But with hair. To his credit, the actual dinner was quite nice, though I suspect his new wife has to take much of the credit for that...

Podcast n-n-n-n-nineteen arrives with Cliff and I beginning this week’s show with unheralded levels of unpreparedness, though we doubt you will be able to tell...

A couple of my married, loved-up friends had found themselves at a loose end on Friday night due to a Hen Do reunion being held by a joint friend. This led to the most excellent suggestion of having a “lads night in”...

It’s been a bit quiet around here recently, hasn’t it? I know that, you know that, so we might as well come out and say it. It’s not you, it’s me. It’s because I’ve been playing away from home. Sorry about that...

Podcast 18 arrives with unheralded world-famous musical accompaniment...

Following the guilt trip I had been enjoying since telling you all about the conversation with my mother last week, I did something nice. I took the time to print off some family photos for her that I had taken during the Christmas holidays...

I don’t have any, before you get excited. It is just that the title seemed appropriate to the story. It was last Wednesday morning and my phone went off at 8am, which it does not do very often. A quick glance showed it to be my parents home number...

For those of you who don’t listen to the podcast (I know you’re there) the Christian Bale segment is now up on Youtube, mainly because I wanted to play around with the features of iMovie in iLife 09. Watch it below. Or don’t, it’s up to you

The podcast is 17 today, and whilst it goes out joy riding, Cliff and I discuss the matters of the day including slutty students, polydactorism, and why Barbie is a shit role model for today’s 50 year old women...

I go to the cinema quite a lot. I had a student job as a projectionist, so I’ve always had a fascination with the Big Screen. But we are in a recession, so every penny counts, and I am not as flush as I used to be...

“Do you need anything from the shops?” I asked, helpfully. I had knocked on a couple of my elderly neighbours doors to see if they wanted anything whilst I popped out to the shops during the “The Worst Snow Fall In Years”...

A letter sent today to the Advertising Standards Authority: Dear Sirs, I am writing to complain about an advertising slogan soon to be seen on the side of a buses in central London. It proclaims, in large letters, that there DEFINITELY is a God...

Drug pushers are targetting ever younger people in order to generate demand for their products. It is a shameful practise, and one we should all be doing our level best to eliminate. But how do you spot a drug pusher...

The podcast begins to take a keen interest in girls as it reaches it’s 16th birthday. Cliff and I waste another half hour with our discussions on Bart Simpson the Scientologist, Christian Bale the American-ish Psycho, and my first highly successful internet date...

There is a rumour going around that this year’s Superstars competition will include a rowing event. Not on actual water, but on one of those indoor rowing machines. This is not particularly good news, as I never use a rowing machine, and I assume there is a ‘knack’ to being quite good at it...