The barrage of William's assholery as he wrecks his own people, and the barrage of high Scoville agony as David wrecks Matt.

Ex post facto fake news propaganda for Henry 4 with a purple ass-crap Nixonian cocktail.

Tyrants resists dreams and a tiki exploding fire brain breaker

Is Chaucer out of control? Is the Canterbury Fails studio out of control? Is this whole thing completely out of control? With tiki drinks.

5 minutes after David gets home from a late flight and breaks into his own house, we have to answer the simple question: "Can a poem be both a justification and an interrogation of the ways of God to man?" We try and mostly fail to figure out this Biblical epic, but we enjoy a potent monastic Calvados Pow! Right in the kisser. .

Can a compendium of terrifying recipes for female health problems represent resistance to patriarchal authoritarianism? And can a violet brandy disaster taste any worse? Find out on this week's Canterbury Fails.

A bearded Coley and plain faced Hussey debate Cynewulf's ethnic ideological steamroller with special guest appearance by a demon, Judas (not the one you think), and a very stern war-lady. Plus an anisette and smoke blasted cocktail.

CHAUCER'S DEAD. So dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dr. Gillespie and Dr Echard discuss this, plus John of Gaunt's decaying phallus, Gower's poseur tomb, King Arthur's butterfly bishop, and more.

The rank and brutal foulness of the brown fizzy berry cruelty overwhelmed the judicial malfeasance and filicidal love of these Middle English moral exempla. Everything sucked.

Matt and David freak the hell out about Beowulf after an exploding flaming cinnamon disaster / triumph, and one of us still has glitter in our teeth. Hwæt?