After their tropical break the two friends are back at base to tease out the difficulties of single use plastics and the sustainable development of the male inflatable doll. Paul also posits the the theory of the multiverse in which there are a million versions of himself. It concludes, logically enough, with animal poo in distant Myanmar.

In the last of their sextet of Jamaican transmissions we find the two friends in full holiday mode, settling down with rum at sunset. Paul recommends books to be read in Jamaica and they debate the shortcomings of Ian Fleming villains. Paul explains to Guy the benefits of Grand theft auto, and the two of them come up with a solution to the problem that is the United States of America.

In a surprise political development and on the grounds that he is unlikely to be able to make matters any worse Paul Fryer is made UK Prime Minister. We listen to his first cabinet meeting and hear some of his plans for the country. The two friends then discuss Jamaican nuclear power, Glastonbury pubs and the blue glow coming from Paul's studio.

This week the pals, still hiding in Jamaica, get personal. Guy insults Paul's swimming style and Paul goes for Guy's belly. Then things get a bit more emotional as Guy tells Paul that he is to be a gravedigger on the morrow...

In the shade of an almond tree, with the breeze blowing off the Caribbean, our two friends fire off another Jamaican pod. They talk about the growing Chinese empire, about working in the rain, fine burgundy and ganja. The relative merits of the I -Ching and English muffins also come under scrutiny. Guy discusses friendship and Paul talks about musical theatre and his washboard stomach. Does not contain Brexit.

At their ease beside the Caribbean sea, the two friends delight in a passing light aircraft, and investigate the Jamaicanness of James Bond, who was created by Ian Fleming only thirty miles up the coast.  They discuss TV watching habits on the island, Dick Van Dyke on acid, and the pronunciation of Hereford.  Then the time and place seems right for Paul to tell the colourful tale of Deep Sky Radio,  his sunken pirate station.

This week we find the friends marooned on the northern coast of the island of Jamaica.  While a sea breeze ruffles the trees and birds sing in the bright sun, they chat about the village of Cousins Cove, where they are staying.  The conversation, as usual, is wide ranging, from Guy having his car towed in London, to an appeal to our many listeners in California. This pod is well paired with a Red Stripe.

On a sunny day the friends sit outside to enjoy the weather.  Against a backdrop of birdsong, they talk about birds, ladybirds and atomic bombs;  but in an unforeseen escalation Paul declares martial law, attempts to arrest and then summarily execute Guy.  Again.

After Paul launches the pod the two oddballs get down to some clubbable talk.  Guy tells us about the time he was caught in a hurricane, and Paul dusts off some of his large collection of unreleased Jimmy Saville stories from the archive. Justice and Hypocrisy come up for discussion before the inevitable detour into rocket science, a staple of Paul's pod ramblings.  Then things suddenly turn dark - and the pod ends not with a whimper, but a bang...

This week the two friends talk about Guy's cat Pablo, who has some problems, discussing his new medication. They move on to a recent walk up the Glastonbury Tor, and Guy tries to send Paul back in time to get him burnt as a witch, but fails.  A conversation about war movies and their relevance to Brexit concludes with a rousing (or pathetic depending on your political views) rendition of Nimrod in a Tesco Car Park.