My Fair Laddy

This one is about animals mostly. I don't like these description things, they're the first cousin of spoilers. Luckily nothing in these podcasts can be spoilt. The only thing that can be spoilt is your day when you listen to me waffling on about some nonsense.

Pretty self explanatory. Every podcast has one of these episodes and this is my one.

I do a Dr. Frankenstein with religion and ponder what happens when we die. Unfortunately I didn't crack the case and it's all speculation.

A call for a United Ireland.

The history of violence, horny popes and lamenting the return of gyms.

I went for a walk in the sun and somehow that is worthy of a podcast.

I talk about racism, offence addicts, war, billionaires and being Zen. You guys...I'm so bloody Zen.

How the guards managed to preemptively get information on all potential criminals when they were in primary school. And a discussion on anti-natalism.

I spent time at home in Tipp with my dog Fluffy who I am still trying to figure out if I love or hate her. Then I whinge loads, even though I promised I would not whinge on this podcast. It only took 3 episodes until I broke that little rule. I stand by my grievances though as it happened less than 24 hours after a horrible pizza related event in my life.

I'm reminiscing about my youth. Playing games outside and then playing games inside. Then failing the Leaving Cert, which was Roy Keane's fault. But he's still one of the greatest Irish people. Although, according to a public vote in 2010, not as great as Stephen Gately.