The boys are back. Life got in the way (as it does), but Dan and Ed returned with a vengeance—ready to record what was, briefly, the greatest podcast of all time. I was there. It was transcendent. Jokes, insight, actual world peace plans… and then? The recording failed. Gone. Lost to the void. A tragedy for humanity.

So here we are, on an odd day, trying to recapture the magic. Spoiler: we didn’t. They tried—God knows they tried—but this episode? It’s a shadow of what could’ve been. A monument to failure. A tribute to trying. A celebration of rubbish.

Enjoy.

The boys are back, nerding out harder than ever over comic book movies. Expect a deep-dive into every fight scene, plot twist, and costume choice—as if the fate of the real world depends on it. When they stick to their geeky little wheelhouse, it’s weirdly entertaining... maybe even adorable. But the second they think they can "save the world"? You’ll hear those tiny hamster wheels creak under delusions of grandeur.

They’re trying to watch more films (finally), so expect some actual movie content to sneak its way into the chaos. Just don't expect them to save cinema—or civilisation—any time soon.

This week, The Boys continue their questionable love affair with a “definitely-not-a-date” photo adventure through the heart of London on a suspiciously beautiful summer day. From romantic wandering to existential spirals, they reminisce far too long before plunging—somehow—into a conversation about the horrors of tower block fires. Don’t ask how the transition happened. It’s best if you don’t.

Ed claims the title of “ultimate people pleaser,” which is ironic considering he’s wasting everyone’s time with this podcast, while Daniel gets called out as a nihilist creep who doesn’t care. Allegedly. There’s blurry photographic evidence, at least. Also, Ed picks a fight with a bouncer. Classic.

So, come sit down (or lie down—we don’t judge) for two hours of moral gymnastics, passive aggression, and two dumb dumbs trying very hard to justify their existence.

This week, the boys return to some semblance of normality—but with a chaotic twist. They saddle up a metaphorical horse (or maybe an actual stable?) and charge headfirst into the uncanny valley, railing against the rise of poor AI art and the looming nightmare of film sets run entirely by digital “actors.” Imagine movies with no humans... just algorithmic Oscar bait. Who wants that? Apparently, Daniel does. But let’s be honest—he’s an idiot.

Also, because they physically can’t help themselves, the boys dive once again into their love/hate relationship with the good ol’ US of A. For the one millionth time. Lord have mercy.

Once a year, the holy mackerel that is gaming splashes down in the land of America, where all eyes turn to the industry in desperate hope that our poor existence might be distracted by some shiny Vidimagames.

But those days? Long gone.

Now we're left with a piss-poor excuse for a trade show.

Today, the boys dive into this new-age not-really-E3. It's not E3 anymore—it's Summer Game Fest, or Xbox Showcase, or PlayStation Experience, or whatever branding exercise they’ve slapped on this year. Honestly? Who cares. It's all rubbish now. No one gives a crap.

These two monkeys are trying their best to relive the glory days. Unfortunately—as they’ve discovered, and now you will too—it’s actually just as terrible as they are. Which, in a way, makes it a perfect match.

The signs of dude love are on full display. Be glad they're back for another week, on time, delivering the same flavor of nonsense week after week after week. God knows they've got no life.

Then again, I'm not entirely sure you do either, if you keep coming back to this circus.

Anyway. I’ve said my piece.

Brace yourself for another two hours of pure waffle.

He pushed his way into the room—no words, but his presence said everything. His eyes locked onto mine, black and cold like the night.

Without hesitation, he shoved me aside and slammed the big red button.

Just like that, we were recording.

I wanted to say no, to protest that we weren’t ready, but before I could even process it—he was already talking.

It happened.

We were in the podcast...

This week, the guys learned the hard way that hitting record is only half the job—turns out, it doesn’t work if the computer decides to take a nap halfway through the episode. So, this is take TWO, and they are PISSED.

Not gonna lie, I think it’s hilarious, but that’s just me. I’m sure they’ll get the hang of this eventually… but today is not that day.

Good luck with this one, folks. And as always—try to enjoy.

Back at it again with another episode from the two dumb-dumbs. They’re starting to find their rhythm—not saying it’s good, but hey, at least it's arriving on time and in the right order. Wow, the bar really is that low.

Anyway, looks like they actually feel the need to talk about movies this time. I mean, come on guys, it is called The Better Lighting Podcast. The boys dive into the dialogue kings of the film world and what it takes to craft a great scene—not that they know anything about making something good, let alone a movie. Honestly, I’m not convinced they can write or read.

Anyway, try to enjoy this one, folks.

You know the drill by now. The hosts have once again messed up the upload schedule and are only getting to this episode now. This is episode 13 of yet another podcast from entitled individuals who think their thoughts need to be heard. So, what's on the agenda this week?

They finally watched Nosferatu (better late than never) and want to share their thoughts on the film. They also discuss the Oscars (as if anyone cares) and think they can solve the issues with sex work and its impact on young people. Honestly, would you trust them to fix a bike, let alone societal issues?

Good Lord, it's that time of the week again when I have tophone it in for another podcast description for these two imbeciles for thisweek's episode of the Better Lighting podcast. Though at least this time we'vegot the very lovely Sonia back. I don't know how Daniel was able to secure alife partner of any kind, let alone someone so delectable. All while perfectlynice men like myself are left alone in a dingy basement, just wishing I hadsomebody to talk to while this idiot doesn't understand just how lucky hereally is. I have gone off on a tangent, but I'm not going to correct it.There, I said it. So this week is girls' night, where they sit around in theirpyjamas, drinking prosecco, eating cheese and other delectable meats forquote-unquote "girl dinner." They forego the girl chat, however,fortunately, as there is greater business to attend to. Daniel, aself-proclaimed black man, in all honesty, he's mixed-race and for the mostpart, hardly covers the definition of the word black. Though like they say,it's not anywhere near as white as logic. Nevertheless, Daniel likes to walkthe walk and talk the talk, but he hasn't seen any of the prominent blackmovies that someone of his calibre should have seen. So now we aresystematically following it up the chain until we give him his quote-unquote"black card." Tonight's offering is one of Tyler Perry's Diary of aMad Black Woman. I personally haven't seen it, but you couldn't pay me to seethose terrible movies. Anyway, there's your description. Bye-bye.