Marc feels sad for Saka the dog's lack of a functioning scrotal sac, ponders where to holiday this summer, and covers everything from Blippi to people smoking by petrol pumps and painful ribs...

The worms have come to town and Marc is attempting to avoid scratching his bum the way a couple of fathers he knows scratch their groins. He also complains about inconsiderate parkers, uninspiring audiovisual entertainment, and crime podcasts...

Marc gives his take on Brooklyn Peltz Beckham's bombshell and also discusses his gripes about people making false promises to kids and leaf blowers...

Transporting dead bodies from Spain, paying Colombians, and shitty water flooding a house down the road. The ingredients for a great Netflix show...or just an average show like this average podcast...

A bit of everything in the latest edition - Marc covers the weekend events, Gracie's farts, and the stress of getting two kids to help with breakfast for Mum...

The festive period is over and it's back to the routine - work and unpaid taxi driving. And there's a semi-violent confrontation with a few posh twats at the King's Day parade...

Marc and the family make it through to 1.30 am without any serious issues! Marc then reflects on previous New Year's Eve disasters, shows off about fixing a car, and discusses the danger of sparklers and the need for the Beckhams to engage in social media activity...

The kids and wife are back, and jetlagged. Meanwhile, Marc talks Christmas comedies, the darts, freak show sporting events, and wonders why kids had to swim naked at his private school...

Marc goes into full filibuster mode as he discusses several subjects concerning Spain, the UK, and even Darkest Peru...

Marc discloses a little more about his dysfunctional approach to life - specifically, pretending to be on the phone to avoid conversing and interacting with various people...