For their final episode of Season Two, Rebecca and Kelsey sit down for what begins as a short catch-up but quickly turns into a full conversation about work events, home organisation, public etiquette, and the end of Sex and the City as we knew it. Kelsey recounts her summer outing with colleagues in Southwest London, where she managed the itinerary and enjoyed tiramisu gelato on company time. Rebecca, back in Cork, starts clearing out years worth of clothes and toiletries, and shares her growing frustration with clutter, both physical and mental.

They also talk about why unsolicited FaceTime calls are unacceptable, how Miranda’s character was completely destroyed in And Just Like That, and why it’s still important to say thank you to bus drivers. Kelsey remembers a pasty-related bus dispute that escalated surprisingly fast, and Rebecca reflects on missing her corporate wardrobe. The episode ends with a quick-fire list of unwritten social rules they believe everyone should follow, including holding the door, filling the kettle, and never skipping the queue to get on a train.

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Kelsey’s on a dry streak ahead of a last‑minute wedding invite, DJing either side of it, and negotiating whether a midnight spicy marg technically counts as “the day of.” She tried a bar of soap after TikTok told her it lasts longer than shower gel… then dreamt she had to eat it, gagged at the smell the next morning, and binned it. She’s also in her cosy‑geek era. Sims webcam for Twitch, Xbox controller, adult colouring with crisp Crayolas, and steps and salads for holiday bikini pics. Rebecca did a West Cork hostel weekend in Allihies, gorgeous people, unreal pub music, but being the only one not drinking or smoking was rough, so boundaries and early to bed it was. Back in Dublin she finally scored a proper maritozzo (heaven, then immediate regret), played WAG at the match while missing literally every goal, tested a console Harry Potter wander, nabbed a shiny new mic, fell headfirst into “romantasy” (Firebird), reminisced about Twilight being… not it, sang sober at a 40th‑anniversary party, booked her Berlin hotel, while Kelsey’s lining up a trip to Spain and her first‑time in Portugal.

This week’s “Can’t Cope” Bonnie Blue’s Channel 4 doc (the thousand men stunt), rage‑bait marketing, the barely‑legal angle, and why OnlyFans’ creator‑only rule changes matter. Then a rant at Bo+Tee/Oh Polly for dropping new collections every two weeks, the overwhelm, the pressure, the waste. Main topic? Things We’ll Never Be Good At. Kelsey admits she’s allergic to patience in the kitchen (food prep? never heard of her) while Rory cooks like a saint with every pot in the flat. Rebecca opens up about driving‑test trauma (aced the questions, crumbled under eyes‑on pressure), Kelsey’s flight anxiety spikes at take‑off and turbulence, and Rebecca confesses she can act and sing but can’t paint a mug to save her life (techy bits, same). Frenzied, honest, and weirdly soothing, exactly how we like it.

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Kelsey’s back in London after a packed few days in Cork, complete with a full pub crawl across the city, her first-ever visit to the Hi-B (where Rebecca’s already been kicked out), and an impromptu limoncello-fuelled dinner at Elbow Lane. There’s drama at Brick Lane involving a bouquet and an awkward moment at the bar, a fierce debate over the proper glassware for a French 75, and a realisation that half the pubs in Cork have somehow slipped under the radar. The love for Beamish runs deep, the respect for phone bans runs deeper.

Meanwhile, Rebecca is entering her hyper-productive era, finishing client work ahead of schedule, saving money with actual self-restraint, and finally cancelling her Wi-Fi (after surviving a baffling phone call with customer service). She’s also booked her first trip with her man, has one eye on Seville, and both feet suffering through a pedicure. The girls also dive into the ever-growing girl tax, from eyebrow laminations and waxing appointments to the hidden hours (and euros) we lose trying to look “put together.” If you’ve ever nearly cried over a sausage roll, dodged a dongle, or had to ring Eir and survive, this is the episode for you.

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Between Kelsey’s unforgettable birthday weekend in Cork and Rebecca’s teary-eyed search for a Maritozzo, the theme of this week’s episode is clear… life is a bit much. Kelsey shares every detail from the party. Pint and cocktail combos, family karaoke, her mum saving the day with a last-minute butter-yellow dress, and the heartbreak of paying into a nightclub with no crowd. Rebecca’s week brought hormonal rage, a sobbing session over closed bakeries, a proud €1.50 Luas ride, and the deeply humbling discovery that she’s been walking past a perfectly good bus stop for months. Grown-up life? Overrated.

Naturally, all roads lead to a shared fantasy. Moving into a hotel. No plugs falling out of the wall, no calling landlords, no chores. Just steam rooms, pillow menus, and BBC World News from a fluffy bed with food delivered to the door. Also this week, a proper goodbye to vaping (with the help of a grapefruit-scented placebo pipe), a quick rage at period ads that use the word “gush,” some theories on Cork’s meltdown against Tipp, and, of course, the now-iconic Coldplay affair (including the suspiciously AI-written statement). RIP Ozzy, free the snacks, and let us live in peace with room service.

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This week on Can’t Cope, Rebecca and Kelsey are putting off everything that remotely resembles responsibility. The tax return still hasn’t been touched, the post is quietly piling up, and any thought of the dentist is being firmly ignored. Kelsey spent the weekend at Kaleidoscope Festival, where the sun was unforgiving and the dancing relentless. Rebecca’s been keeping things quieter with riverside walks, a cinema trip with her boyfriend, and a calm exterior that’s barely holding back the internal scream of someone 12 days off the vape.

They cover the usual life admin, lingering to-do lists, and the deep-rooted fear of opening a “proper” letter. There’s a rant about Instagram’s new font (which is objectively awful), a stray fact about Michelin stars, and Kelsey’s firm request for Rice Krispie buns when she’s home for her birthday. If you've ever said “I’ll do it tomorrow” and meant it every day for six months, this episode is your safe space. Avoidance is an art, and baby, we’re painting masterpieces.

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We’re back with a catch-up full of family visits and an epic deep dive into the horrors (and hilarity) of our worst fashion crimes. Kelsey lands home from Ireland with a Ryanair miracle, a flight that’s barely late,  and fills us in on a wholesome Celtic match, a dreamy Love Island villa Airbnb, and the sheer panic of renewing a passport days before jetting off. Meanwhile, Rebecca’s busy conquering her vape cravings one Nicorette spray at a time, giving away posh Le Creuset pots she doesn’t know how to use, and discovering that the ultimate act of love is apparently gifting cookware that costs more than your rent.

Then we dive headfirst into the ‘Outfits That Ruined My Life’ vault. From traumatic teenage disco scarves to questionable secretary chic for a graduation you weren’t even graduating from. We relive iconic River Island splurges we definitely couldn’t afford, disastrous Littlewoods orders that nearly bankrupted us (RIP Littlewoods Ireland, sorry about that), and enough wardrobe malfunctions to keep the entire pub entertained. Whether you’re here for the confessions, the laughs, or just to feel smug about your own wardrobe choices, we’ve Pour a drink, pull up a chair, and join us for another dose of glorious madness. Pour a drink, pull up a chair, and join us for another dose of glorious chaos.

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Rebecca’s back from her Italian “holiday” and spoiler alert, it was less Aperol Spritz, more Venice Villains and bridge trolls who nearly robbed her suitcase (and her sanity). She spills all about the sweat, the tears, the suspicious late-night hotel knocks, and the absolute horror of dragging a suitcase the size of herself up endless canals while praying not to get mugged. Meanwhile, Kelsey’s been living her best Cork life, catching blues gigs with the fam, hunting down the perfect birthday dress, and loving every minute of having her brother over for the month. Together, they unpack why solo travel can be the opposite of relaxing, how even the fanciest hotel can get it all wrong, and why an unexpected bottle of water at the wrong time can feel like a personal attack.

But the chaos doesn’t stop there. This week, they can’t cope with overpriced watery soup in Dublin, €7 shower gel, and those infuriatingly tiny breakfast juice glasses that turn an all-inclusive buffet into an endurance test. There’s also time to side-eye Katy Perry’s breakup headlines, Jeff Bezos’ Venice wedding circus, and Khloé Kardashian’s dramatic wedding guest look that divided the group chat. From overpriced smoothies and impulse shopping in Brown Thomas to cash-only old man pubs that make everything better, the girls prove once again that no matter where they are, Cork, Venice, or the corner of a breakfast buffet, they just can’t cope.

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On this scorched-earth episode of Can’t Cope, Rebecca’s deep in the no-sleep holiday spiral in Spain while Kelsey’s being grilled alive by London’s murky heat. From DJ gig nightmares (wrong leads, panic in Clapham, and a random hero with a cable) to Indian takeaway survival hacks (shout out to naan bread as a utensil), it’s been A Week. Kelsey’s still recovering from her stint on The Voice of Ireland, while Rebecca shares the now-legendary tale of her cursed Come Dine With Me debut. Think burnt scallops, traumatised guests, and a wine-soaked cover-up mission.

They also weigh in on Pitbull’s bald cap takeover, unexpected horniness in vampire films, and why Sabrina Carpenter’s album cover might’ve just set feminism back a decade. Throw in some hair trauma (never again, fringe), musical obsessions (hi, BTS x GloRilla), and a gentle reminder that two-person tents are a lie, and you’ve got yourself a signature Can’t Cope episode…chaotic, hilarious, and totally unfiltered.

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After a slightly accidental break, Kelsey and Rebecca are back with tales from both sides of the Irish Sea and beyond. Kelsey dives into a whirlwind fortnight hosting her brother in London, including a theatre night with a Fawlty Towers-worthy comedy, catching up with her old pub crew, and a failed Charli XCX spotting mission at an official anniversary party. Her social calendar is out of control, her DJ bookings are booming, and her birthday planning is teetering between "fun" and "fashion crisis." Oh, and if anyone has a bra recommendation that supports a big bust with a low back? Please, she’s all ears.

Rebecca, meanwhile, has stayed closer to home but is deep in travel mode, her favourite. With her Italian escape to Trieste on the horizon, she shares her legendary itinerary-planning process, all while reminiscing on a perfect day trip to a WWI memorial in Rosscarbery. There’s also deep love for notebooks and proper pens, a confession about jellycats (they’re accessories, not toys), and a strong stance on greeting cards: don’t bother turning up without one. Plus, we get the lowdown on a very strange viral video involving the French president and his wife. Buckle up. It’s the big feelings about small things episode, and we’re not coping…but that’s the point.

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After a so-called two-week break that spiralled into a full-blown sabbatical, Kelsey and Rebecca return to the mic with their tans topped up, spirits high, and a chaotic backlog of stories to unload. In this Season 2 opener, Kelsey reflects on celebrating her boyfriend’s 30th, officially moving in together, and preparing for her own milestone birthday, with party planning in full swing and a renewed focus on feeling her best. There’s also a night out at a Wolf Alice gig, a jealous flashback to a band-related flirtation, and a lively discussion on hall passes (Alanis Morissette gets an honourable mention).

Meanwhile, Rebecca has been on a one-woman world tour, from a girls’ getaway in Mallorca to a mother-daughter escape in the exact same spot, with a brief stop in Dublin and London sandwiched between. Oh… and yet another trip to Dublin! There’s a sleepwalking incident involving a mysteriously relocated handbag, a blue-lit meltdown in a Dublin Starbucks bathroom, and a glowing tribute to the unexpected power of a Cork hairdresser. Add in critiques of confusing hotel redesigns, reactions to Kris Jenner’s new face, and some thoughts on the Vatican’s speed-run through popes, and you’ve got a joyful and very welcome return to the podcast feed.

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