Monday morning (was meant to be Sunday night) podcast about the state of my diary and bringer gigs. No thanks. Basically.

I get lost in the woods whilst talking about how podcasts have crowded put music. Basically. Oh and I didn’t even mention it’s bonfire night. Forget forget the 5th of Novet. Or something.

A chat about pillow and WhatsApp banter in the middle of a very dark and misty field. Mostly.

A catch up on gig related things and a rant about the World Cup. Basically.

Hello. A morning podcast over coffee because I’m that w@nky now. Basically.

Another day another gig with no dollars. Also discussing ebbing, flowing, bivouacking and the clocks going back because: farmers. Or something.

Did a gig. Got caught in a traffic jam. Talked a bit. Basically.

A real length podcast where other people chat. This one features actor and comic Andy Obeney and Ian Irvine, who has given up comedy, but still has *opinions*.

A 44 year old rants about confidence as if it isn’t his responsibility to sort it out. Also my boy makes a guest appearance. Basically.

A trip down memory lane as I go back to Barnet for a social drink and then to my old family home. Essentially.