nilpod

Old Wives Tales - We ate carrots. We ate our crusts. We did not pluck gray hairs. We did get crotchety. Some more than others.

The lowest of the low - Firstly, an apology. This may be the skankiest nilpod yet and as such gets an explicit tag. It does not

signal any change of direction. People on leads and eating poo. I need say no more.

The Night - Nilpod tries to reclaim the phrase of Snoozefest as a badge of honour and not shame. Bed times, Night Frights and Spinal Injury.

America - Route 66 takes us places we\'ve not been before, at least on Nilpod. Dave Curran joins us in a semi secret location in our own House un-American. We go easy though. Food, Film and Injuns. The Finer things.

Petty Grievances - Man you people got riled by this one. We\'re not above it. All minor quibbles get aired in an inclusive festival of Griping. Eye contact, unacknowledged generosity, careless motorists and poor ATM Etiquette. Featuring our first ever pho

Nilpod Newsbeat - Beep dit a beep di beep. Vulture Brains. Bike Sex. Funeral Food. Weather at Eleven.

Noise - Beeping Noises. Toilet Sounds. Heavy Breathing. Rock and Roll. These will end all things. In honour of this todays nilpod is nothing but white noise. chhhhhhhhhhhchhhhhcccccchhhhh....

The Letter H - Helen Keller, Hotness, Hair, Hubris and the Homosexuals within us all. Encyclopedic Hugfest.

Bonus - If you can call it that. Despite claiming we wouldn\'t nilpod this week we found the time for a chat regardless. And that is all it is. Imagine, if you will, a blip in time, as if Nilpod remained topic free and flowed like cold gravy.

Level Two - Power up. The shame of gaming and how far it could advance your career. Adam makes a stab at usurping Dave. This results in a spectacular boss battle. Nobody Wins.