Danny opens up with the latest chapter of Southside wankery as he visits the worst monger in the world.  He makes amends with another scam story from a past job whilst Cheyne's mental deterioration continues as he hits the hypochondria phase.  James talks about running and introduces an improv scenario featuring the long awaited return of Dr Carrots.

Wee bit of Christmas chat as a homesick Cheyne steps up to the sadness spot.  Then another attempt at discussing trivial issues such as movies, sausages in America before a deep dive into Danny's online dating luck

We're back!  And we're still talking about all the same shit as before but oddly in a weird way as if this is a terrible US sitcom that never ends.  There's some re-treading of old ground as we get back in to the groove before those all important weird tangents kick in and it gets funny and silly.  Art and the convenience stores of Rome are of course the main focal point as well as lopsided nipples, AI wars and helium balloon surprises

If any references are lost here it may be worth listening to our episodes from Christmas time last year first.  It's a lost episode from January 2020!  Recorded the night of the weird static attacks this was also held for another reason I can't remember.  Danny has problems dressing himself, etiquette in high pressure situations and the purposes of olive oil are discussed in unnecessarily depth.  Something to tick you over until we're back proper

The title alone should really tell you what's coming.  There's also chat on STD's, genitals, public toilet behaviour, James being a hero and the last ever piece of social commentary on coronavirus we'll mention

Cheyne is offended which leads to shoplifting tales being regaled and Danny finally plucking up the courage to tell his most callous tale to date.  James goes off on one about social media again, Cheyne has an exciting new opportunity on and off the field he wants to share and Danny has a conversation with a new friend

Delighted to be joined by comedian Stevo Timothy, best know to us all as Farmer Michael.  We discuss malaria being out of fashion, the problems facing satire in the digital age, Stevo's life and career to date and so much more.  We also find out more about Supermac's popularity in Ireland and why they're arseholes, the strange feeling that comes after achieving something good, delve into mental health chat and Cheyne asks his favourite question

For the first time since the end of May we catch up via Zoom in an hour of chat that takes all manners of twists and turns.  There’s nonsense, career updates, a major life update and some minor reflections on life 6 months on from lockdown.  Danny then gets angry and ranty over people enjoying their lives as dead animals are linked to romantic gestures.

Music is fucking great eh?  It's episode 67 and we're joined by twins, and two thirds of Cloth - Rachel and Paul, for an excellent chat about all manners of stuff.  James hypochondria and shoulder of death are back and Lord of the Rings is analysed in depth before Danny gives us our biggest car crash moment yet.  We recover it well and get into the forming of the group, musical influences, the music scene post-pandemic, working together as twins and our collective hatred of Jamie.

Huge thanks to the guys for tolerating us.  Grab a copy of their excellent debut album and find out more about the label Last Night From Glasgow here https://www.lastnightfromglasgow.com/

It's a hip-hop collaboration for the ages as Jamie and Kerr from The LaFontaines join us for a hilarious episode.  We talk about the formation of the band, entering Eurovision, laughing at England’s sporting failures, smoking crack, dealing with stalkers, pissing off Mike Shinoda and much, much more

At the time of recording this the lads were due to play a drive in gig which has since been cancelled so don’t buy tickets for that.  We’ve just kept the chat in because it’s funny (we couldn’t be fucked editing it).

Be sure to check out all The LaFontaines tunes and listen to their podcast for more hilarious stories.