Episode 3 of the New Dawn.

I'm tired. Too tired. It's a theme. It's a...way. The Way of the Tired. Join me, in a tiredness and beer induced delerious stumble through some badly thought through answers to listeners' questions, a frankly lacklustre IYA, a rushed reminiscence, and a carefully written but badly executed poem. Thankfully I saved you a long rant about the psychology og Twitter...

It's the second episode. There's stuff in it. I'm tired. Goodnight.

Episode 121

The boys are back, but there is no quiz and no areas are explored. It's an old fashioned catch-up with a bombshell announcement. And balloons.

Episode. number....something.

Firstly, apologies for the delay, illness and distance are our excuses this time. Joe is still in England, and Casey is still in...fluenza. There is plenty of UK chat, Yuki chat, yucky chat, and Yucca plants are firmly off the agenda. There's an appearance from The Cranberries, a heartwarming tale, a quiz about mo mo money, and a poem about identity.

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Episode 119

The dispatches from England are growing further apart given Joe's extremely busy schedule, but the duo has once again been reunited for another scintillating episode. Joe's lovely parents make an aural appearance, Joe definitely didn't have covid, Joe ate some cakes, Joe's at his brother's chasmic country estate, Gorgonella is being attacked by mystery bugs, and something something about Casey. There's a poem that rehashes the first thirty minutes of the show, and then Joe offers up a genuinely fantastic quiz that briefcaseycologicalifornia passes by the skin of his teeth. And of course, areas are thoroughly delved. Enjoy!

Joe is in England.

Casey is in Japan.

The rest is history.

Episode 117 (You're welcome, Joe.)

Joe's got the pre-flight jitters on this eve-of-travel showdown. As such, there's no quiz, there is a poem, there are no areas. Rather, the guys recount their moment in the sun when podcast non-listener Bobby Judo came to town over the weekend, and much fun was had by all. Joe reads a eulogistic poem about that big tree that some dumb kid chopped down, and there are some good tidings for safe travel proffered. And that's it, a tidy hour and nine minutes. Enjoy.

Episode I don't even know anymore.

This fortnight is jam-packed. Joe reveals he's had several little pricks in him over the last few days, which makes Casey feel a bit sick. Of course beer is reviewed. There are TWO poems, but don't worry, Casey didn't write either of them. The quiz is heavily under the influence, and despite being clean for 42 years Joe does surprisingly well on certain questions. Casey is caught doing something illicit, and the IYAs feature very little air to breathe and an old man who's run out of puff, but don't worry, there is a happy ending. Not that kind.