An Endless Redundancy with Olly Woods

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However: You get what you've paid for. As long as you don't remind yourself that Time is Money.

I've been really struggling to come up with any weird bollocks or musings, and that's merely because I've had a lovely Christmas break (and not one Little Sausage has contacted me in order to, 'stop this immediately', or, 'I'm hungry for the next episode'). I think I mentioned that last week... As I recall, however... Last week involved quite a bit of quite serious Autistic-rage. This week...? I'm truly back to taking the piss out of our precious time// BACK ON FORM. 

Not sponsored by anything, but... Jacob's Crackers get me very sentimental. Buy those, if anything.

Enjoy. Or, more intriguingly... Write in some spiteful vitriol xxx

(Thanks for listening. Y'all come back now, ya hear? I'm not chasing you, it's literally up to you.)

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I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."

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I've just been writing humouros intentions as if anybody cares. Not like the old days. Not being chirpy enough to be accepted by boozey cunts. Sick of it. 

Luckily, Christmas is over. 

Good

- Aside though, that's actually useful for my frail intentions to make others feel good, and yet... simultaneously... I've not been on holiday as an adult, and I think that's worth feeling that empty feeling. Greater than the need to fill your emotional weight into a lengthy divorce, I should've been on holiday instead of believing in people.

Fuck ye, I've got a lot of subconscious autistic breathing to accomplish in terms of being heard. At least, by me. In't' booth.

Maybe something good will come off for people who ferociously care, yet go against capitalisms flourishing capillaries. Think of all those who do, before myself. Fuck off if you're not having fun. Punk, Pink, and Pittance. First world boredom. Lube me up, but with ceramic...? pass


Next time I'll roll out more humour. This week was catching up on suicidal tendencies I keep quiet.

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"I never thought to say this originally, because I wouldn't like to lose myself in a Social-Vacuum-Esque Hellscape.

Purely if you think I have something to be understood, or anything of value...

Then, and, only then.

Be a Fan.

I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."

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Yes. It's me. However mucch of a wanker you think me of, you've just got to trust me, on this..: There are much bigger wankers discussed within this podcast. 

Unfortunately it's nobody inspiring my morale to falter, like all these lucky performers have in Los Angelers, stepping on their fucking toes. No. What we've got is a man on his own, and of his own accord, who has a very good handLE on how much he masturbates. So... You've got aaaall-that to look forward to.

You'll recieve a breakdown (not like in May, haha.) of some of my morallistic viewpoints, intermingled with what is quite clearly a joke. Not hard-fought, not hard-fraught either. Not hard foughts* either (id est: English working-class Thoughts*). 

I and I alone have made myself feel like a Natural Moron, so, if we could steer away from identity-based insecurity, I've more than enough for every listener.

Hope you're doing well, but, also, I REEALLY hope you're not a wrong-un. Waste of hope...

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"I never thought to say this originally, because I wouldn't like to lose myself in a Social-Vacuum-Esque Hellscape.

Purely if you think I have something to be understood, or anything of value...

Then, and, only then.

Be a Fan.

I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."

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Hello, Everyone. Especially that Fella in Singapore who downloaded loads of these in one day. It's inconsistent and yet improving feedback/statistics such as this, that compells me to take some Immodium after recording. It's a reeeal, river of shite, this week. But... you might like it... Less than I value, savour, and giggle over its contents.

I'm back on form, and trawling Quora for ideas, again.

Finally took a break with my fine arse. Supping from the stay-at-home-Mum's source. (Not like that.)

It gets stupid, it gets ignorant-sounding, and I try my best to bully Political factors I find pretty, "Gimp". Wipe down your wings, and remember it's a sporadic and seldom erratic style of Comedy Podcast.

For who...? Well... Me, of course. And anybody else who can stomach this foolish (in all fairness) tragic News-Source, who morally, and ethically... Does not seem like too bad of a guy. There. Don't lean on finding me more of a hole. Your quote is, "does not seem like too bad of a guy.". AS LONG AS NONE OF MY RHETORIC IS CONFUSED FOR- Feedback doesn't exist here, but you can always contact me with some if you'd like. Maybe just clear up the enjoyable element of unclear intentions in Comedy. Have fun with it. I got to talk consensually one-sidedly with you, and not accost people with wit, so... I certainly had fun.

[Still acting as a replacement for BBC's WatchDog, if anybody's interested in apt shaming for the enjoyment of the public. Some Bots/Hard-to-buy-people-who-genuinely-exist on Quora really get-it, on that basis, this-week.]

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"I never thought to say this originally, because I wouldn't like to lose myself in a Social-Vacuum-Esque Hellscape.

Purely if you think I have something to be understood, or anything of value...

Then, and, only then.

Be a Fan.

I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."

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Good. Pissing. Gracious. 

It has been a long while, and a long ropey and messy tract of the human experience that brings me back to your lovely Aurifice, for what I somewhat suspiciously advertised as being, ""Endless". Many of you may have been reeling back and going, "Endless?! Fucking, Endless, is it?! Lazy f-". Fair enough. Fair play. Much like the creators of The Neverending Story... I'm a bit of a fucking liar. And I'm not just saying that because I'm Autistic, and I expected this all to be candid footage of Falkor (Mainly due to the fact that I had to google it along with the phrase, "who's that dog thing from Neverending Story?". Not that I've got a fantastic conecpt of reality. More like, a fantastical- No: A fantesticle nerve to self-satisfy with fictional concepts. That's the one.).

Falkor aside, I'm glad to be back in the saddle. Bareback might pop one of my bollocks. Or twist it in the wrong direction. Or slyly Lance Armstrong my box, like every exercise bike seat that's made from plastic. So, that's good...

Just joking about the saddle, but this podcast is as meaningful to me, as bullying is to Jack Black in 1994. And with that spiritual integrity in mind, I hope you enjoy it, and don't just find things, "ugh. Too, weird.", after 15 minutes.

We intend to have fun, around here.

Embrace the regularity of podcast releases, not the regularity of my mental well-being. Xx

Enjoy. It's mandatory. "ah fckin luhv tawrkin shite" - Olly Woods.

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"I never thought to say this originally, because I wouldn't like to lose myself in a Social-Vacuum-Esque Hellscape.

Purely if you think I have something to be understood, or anything of value...

Then, and, only then.

Be a Fan.

I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."

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This week, I assume I'm going through withdrawal, because it's been fucking difficult to come up with fucking ANYTHING -Until I begin spilling the liquid diet from betwixt my lips. Very standard procedure self-doubt.

Plentiful is the oddballs that encompass who I am. Fairly poetic, that. As all of that sort of rubbish is subjective. Made ME cry. And as a man of 2024, I feel embraced by the integrity to funnel out some of the vitamins and minerals that were once proud to line themselves within my digestive tract, into the form of _____ energy. You're... welcome.

However, I'm gracious/ungracious-ly accepting of any feedback whatsoever, that isn't standardised practices of mundanity, as we are all accustomed to. So, any shite-talking is welcomed, under the surely innaccurate banner of, "Fan Mail". Unlike the comedy show I turned up to be very accurately tarred with the derogatory term of, "wanker", at - I'll most-likely be able to let it go. Like greasy dust in the wind. Or dust in the wind, that tastes vaguely of salt. Quite a guilty treat of mine.

And, if any of this isn't to your liking, or, to your liking, then I'd like to cordially invite you to quench your thirst for yet another demanding internet personality's attention, and engage with me. No pressure. Just be my fanciful fiancé, and bathe in a seemingly empty pool of engagement. IF YOU LIKE.

Share this, if'ins that's something you'd be willing to do. You have my explicit blessing. All in good, if not entirely perplexing fun.


Have a lovely day. Slán.

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"I never thought to say this originally, because I wouldn't like to lose myself in a Social-Vacuum-Esque Hellscape.

Purely if you think I have something to be understood, or anything of value...

Then, and, only then.

Be a Fan.

I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."

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These are for these moments when you cannot wriggle free from the comfort of English voices.
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Why the fuck did he bring out something to be pre-ordained to be censored
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Life breeds something of us Gen-Z's. Mostly not coming out to the masses. #Not in a gay way...

Millennial's*

But if it were, I'd want it to be overtly thought-about here!

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"I never thought to say this originally, because I wouldn't like to lose myself in a Social-Vacuum-Esque Hellscape.

Purely if you think I have something to be understood, or anything of value...

Then, and, only then.

Be a Fan.

I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."

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I did say, "ONE". Don't get greedy, now.

After a month-long hiatus, (due to deciding to relinquish any semblance of life in favour of smoking bud), WE. ARE. BACK.

In all honesty, less schizophrenic than before, but, still equally doting to the idea (spawned from great rappers) that schizophrenia is a positive, or at-the-very-least, an interesting element to someone's personality.

I thought I wouldn't talk again, and I was resided to a place within the depth of childhood, where I felt talking was useless, or unnecessary. However... no. I've satiated my social-anxiety, by showing up on-form. Thus, curing my Autism and simultaneous Mutism. (What use would mutism be, for an Autist, who thrives upon the spouting of utter bullshite, bollocks, and gob-shitery...? And contrarily to the amount of respect others have for politicians... What use would my therapy be, if I was self-satisfied at home. Smoking pots. Feeling braindead...). ANYWAY, enough depressing fucking rhetoric. Hope you enjoy this.

I AM OBLIGED TO SAY IT WAS A BLARST.

OBLIGATE YOURSELF TO ENJOY. Especially if you've been dreaming like I have... Much like women in the 90s who were more uptight as a standard of being downtrodden by misogyny (didn't even know how to spell that word just-then, so... Olly Woods: Friend of Women. You're welcome, you ungrateful bitches.), I didn't reach orgasm/could not concentrate hard-enough to... "completion". And, I'm a bit of a completionist, so... That was a damn-shame. Also, I'm gay-now. All confirmed by Reddit, Quora, and some other terrible website that should barely be trusted.

Hope all of you who feed my childhood symptomatic neglect are doing well.

Love you. And you're also gay-now, if you enjoyed reading that. AM NOT - DOUBLE PERSONAL PADLOCK JINX. Now you HAVE TO, be gay-now. Sore luck and etc., Pal.

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"I never thought to say this originally, because I wouldn't like to lose myself in a Social-Vacuum-Esque Hellscape.

Purely if you think I have something to be understood, or anything of value...

Then, and, only then.

Be a Fan.

I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."

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Bollocks

But, honestly: Bollocks and bullshite to you all.

           I've understood where in which I fell to the path of the grey, but, in large to me having Social-Deaths/Living within my meansmentum/"Ah, I suppose it isn't All Bad.", I suppose it's been something to ponder, and whatever withering sentiments people have to propel who you are anywhere that you haven't solidified for your own means.

Or. Politely: Get fhhuuuuuHhcked, is an echo to life that has sailed through everybody's days, and sentiments, I'm sure. Harder to tempt in a (Fuck)Love-er. Harder to see where people are at, if they're feeling unweathered by tainting whoever, and whomever, they please, (supposedly).  Perhaps, and within-0-respecting-ways, I'm poetically speaking through the level of alcohol in my system.

Life occurs within a fucking bored glass of tonic, and then people/Folks, add their sprinkley fucking cunt gin intio a bit of fucking glassware, and ANYBODY IN THEIR RIGHT MIND, is supposed to gel with people, that, at a distance... I expect I would HATE to spend any amount of time-with.

Add it up. But, get fucked.

Over it, over and up with being an Average-Good Cardio-Levelled-Male-of: 20-29. I'm planting my newfoundland over somebody else's tummy. Not to be too innuendo-ridden... But, act as if you'd be a good shag, then you might accept notions to get fucked more often.

"what a bone-headed/autistic mistake",

Perhaps I'll understand social-cues, as indeed I fucking already do, ;

But, anyway. MORE power to you, if-anything. Bye, though.

Yeeeah.


Sorry about, that.

Aside: Fucking derilict building headed fuckwomps - What, mate? Didn't say a word.

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Purely if you think I have something to be understood, or anything of value...

Then, and, only then.

Be a Fan.

I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."

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(")Today's Podcast covers themes of hating how the elusive way of Art-Forms seem to be pathetically captured by the insufferable grief commercialism offers to, US ALL.(")

Aside from that, I'll just use this an opportunity to ay, that if I were getting any attention that I truly believe felt me worthwhile in pursuing, then I'd genuinely explain a lot of my woeful fucking thoughts and feelings.... But, to be honest, I've been fucked-off all-week. Not like that. I've had some wonderful moments admiring my own genitals, ETC.

Just being comically-over-the-line...





*Autistically *Schizophrenically *ETC.




Just... fuck off.









Actually, have a nice time. It's been going alright, but there is no quick-fix to being self&raised neglectfully.



AND I DO INDEED MEAN IT ABOUT INVESTIGATING WHAT THE FUCK THAT NEW CULT IS IN MY TOWN. Anyway. Just listen, yer daft soft knob.

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"I never thought to say this originally, because I wouldn't like to lose myself in a Social-Vacuum-Esque Hellscape.

Purely if you think I have something to be understood, or anything of value...

Then, and, only then.

Be a Fan.

I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."

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