So much is happening and so much nothing is happening! Here is a second remote-recorded episode, with one host in the studio and the other in East Anglia. Since recording, the idiot foreign correspondent has been repatriated to Canada, safely and in once piece, to begin quarantine. MORE LIKE BORE-ANTINE. We’re doing our best.

Desperate times call for special measures. The Sea Hags are back, albeit remotely, to bring you a bi-continental chat about friendship in the time of ugghhhhhhhhh.

Hoist yer butt right up to the noozle! An OG hag joins us this week, Michelle Wishart, a guest nearly three years in the making – she corroborates our whale story (how validating), and describes her erotic encounters with Prince Adam of Eternia. NSFP not safe for parents.

Right off the top, let’s be clear that the title is not some historical reference, we begin with C bombs right away and it does not stop! Those delicate of ear, turn away! We live for spicy water, highway terlets, and scheming. We debrief our self-sustaining travel and fantasize the ultimate solo trips.

Perhaps our first guest whose name is also a sentence, comedian Gina Harms cooks with us in the solar oven that is our studio shanty shack in the summer. She sells seashells. She schools us about modern classic The O.C. (mmmm whatcha say), and we grill her on her fantasy adoptive parents.

Karen New, composer and one member of our White Knuckling the Dodger chorus, is in the (literally, extremely, very) hot seat this week. She joins us to muse about the relationship between one’s taste and one’s skill in art, and the paralysing fear of feedback. Buzzwords for this episode - Awkwardtunity, polyphony, flugelhorn.

Our guest this week is a beam of light in human form, it’s the wonderful, vulnerable, talented Megan Phillips! We half-celebrate, half-bemoan the demise of Vancouver restaurants with distinctly hostile service, confuse a Burger King sign for the full moon, and squeal over bullet journals. Megan juggles an imaginary soceress’s bosom and explains Dolphins vs. Otters. We all fall in love a little bit!

Chris had an enriching, exciting week, and Katie just has… her period. It’s a hilarious blend of disparate energies until we start spitballing all the various and sundry ways that we could make our podcast be not such a bad podcast. Or, to use more positive terminology, how to make something that actually has an elevator pitch. What would you do if ______ wasn’t in the way?

Il n'y a pas d'invité cette semaine! Just us chickens, lounging by the Jersey Stretch Shore. We have recorded ourselves supposedly “turning over a new leaf”, a move that will surely serve to embarrass us when we are invariably back on our respective bullshit later. Physical, practical, and metaphorical cleansing occurs between blasting the Goofy Movie soundtrack and plotting future book club outings. (cw - diet/body/weight talk)

We’re getting gother than usual this week with newly minted Death Doula, Chelsey Blair! We discuss doula-ing at the beginning and end of life (and how it’s messed up there’s no doula for all the tough stuff in between), Medical Assistance in Dying, and the sorry business of regrets. We also make time to bully pompous academics while BEING pompous academics. Chris does a Chowder Crawl Clam Slam in the place where they done did made a Twilight.