A slightly longer chat about feeling like a creative fraud and to add some balance, a bit of salubrious gossip about Prince Harry. Something for everyone to hate. Maybe.

A Sunday evening chat all about buying a bed because middle age is a wild ride, MF.

Harry, Meghan, moaning and sh*t jokes. Essentially.

First gig back since the beginner of December. It went as well as you’d expect. Basically.

A bit about the new year blues, a bit about gigging and a bit about Andrew Tate being arrested. Basically.

Holla! Last podcast of 2022. Next one will probably be in the early hours of 2023 when we have flying cars and hover boards. Or at least, the star of a hangover. Here’s a quick one before then. Basically.

The second attempt at this episode because the first was pure silence. Much like a comedy audience. Perhaps.

Post-Christmas guilt kicking on this Boxing Day pod. Basically.

It’s Christmas Eve babe. And here’s a sh*tty pod for your sh*tty ears. Actually I’m sure your ears are lovely. Happy Christmas. Basically.