5 Birds And A Mic

In a pretty out of character heartfelt episode, the birds share their new years resolutions - generally speaking a lot of 'care less about everything's. I think that's a message we can all get behind. Here's to a belter of a 2021, it can't get much worse.

Emily's daughter might be a psycho, how do we know? She's done the most evil thing I can think of: she'd been stealing her brothers advent calender chocolate. Is Emily punishing her? No, she's proud. Cool. Well we'll see how that plays out for you. Emily.

Great episode, good energy. This is 5BAAM after dark, shot during the evening without our single parent Em, the birds are cold and feeling extra inhibition-free. And we finally get stuck into what we're having for dinner.

Meg breakdown her 3 flannel wash technique, things are getting real in the Georgina household and everything's turning up Emma (like Milhouse, it's a simpsons reference).

Back in lockdown, absolute mayhem, Meggy is settling into her Sheffield version of Friends, George is going full bore at getting wifed up.

Behold the epic tale of Meggy's midnight poo! We laugh but this is probably a serious issue, but what do you want from us? Sympathy? Empathy and concern? It's a pandemic! The wedding sector is getting crushed by lockdown, what else can we do? Except laugh at the misfortunes of our beautiful yet ..'quirky' shall we say, Meg.

The birds play a series of poorly organised hen-do games, we find out who Emily's favourite employee is, who's the best looking, who's got the highest body count, and what Emily's next husband is going to be like. It's a wild one.

While Emily is away the birds will play, producer Andrew brings his awkward energy and hosts the most random episode yet. Get ready for Meg to put her foot in it like never before, Andrew is a crabby donut in Thailand and again Meg reveals her ignorance of processed meat.

Everything is different now, there's a new intro, Georgina is settling down and two of their families have literally been torn asunder.

I thought the podcast needed a bit more estrogen so I stepped in to soften things up, smash the matriarchy, boy did I regret it. Couldn't get a bloody word in.