Big Pat and Grubs talk school-day physical violence, fen dwellers, and an Irish take on Simon Cowell's ouchies.

Big Pat and Grubs explore the world of African compliments, marvel at the prowess of the Royal Mail in Northern Ireland, and steal material from the late, great (unable to press charges) Barry Cryer.

From Lusaka to London. Beds the size of Bedfordshire, poor old West's taxi receipt, and what happens when you order a G&T in an Irish country pub.

Before Big Pat legs it to Zambia, we recall a filthy Spaniard and tales of sport-related peril.

Big Pat and Grubs lament the continued absence of Emmo.  Plus some Irish news of serious gravity.

Big Pat and Grubs buffing on about road rage, poetic listeners, ironic ID-ing and arse-clenching massage.

Big Pat and Grubs on swearing, cursing and the bloody royals.

Big Pat's now the king of kings, apparently.  Oliver Reed saw it coming; Julius Francis (?) less so.  Meanwhile, Grubs relives the pornstar 'tache incident and brushes off accent challenges from a mouthy Irishman.

And if you've never heard of NABS Boxing...

Big Pat and Grubs on brushes with fame, tight-lipped comedy audience members and 'treading on thin water.'

Big Pat and Grubs analyse the Pain Olympics, drunken sailors, deadly bad language and 14 Spanish arseholes.  It's been a busy week.