Martin is in charge this week and the chaps discuss crap porn (again), clever mice and Doctor Who. Martin also psychoanalyses the chaps but keeps his findings secret. Warning: Hard heads must be worn beyond this point.

Martin has his house destroyed and Tom gets cross with a loud sexy lady. They also announce their new email address, as the old one is broken. It is: [email protected] Warning: Contains scenes of a sexual nature and wanton destruction.

Thomas Gary Stringfellow mans the cauldron for a Halloween edition of the podcast – in which names for shit are discussed at length, Martin John Patrick Wolfenden makes less sense than usual and Andrew Duncan Wilson gets cross with British

In this episode the team accidentally crash a podcast presented by their future selves, where they discuss stealth wanking, erotic bus journeys and whether you can ram an entire fast food meal up your arse. Warning: This podcast may contain

This week: Andy ‘The Biscuit King’ Wilson is in charge of two exceedingly knackered shadows, in the corpulent shapes of Martin Wolfenden and Tom Stringfellow. Each of whom squeeze out their final ounce of energy to discuss topics such as:

This week Tom takes the chair and the chaps discuss Katy Price, Kanye West and Michael Jackson’s enemies. Andy gets off his tits on coffee, which leads to levels of hysteria never before witnessed in this podcast. So come on

Rushbearing 2009 Special: In this episode the chaps disappear at the Sowerby Bridge Rushbearing Festival. Where do they be? Were aliens, ghosts or Monkeys to blame? Do we really care? It was all going on at this year’s Rushbearing festival,

In this episode:  Martin makes the same ‘deliberate misunderstanding’ joke three times. Tom tells of being molested by Paul Foot and Andy keeps it all together armed with nothing more than a cup of tea and his wits.  WARNING! :

This episode comes from a beer garden in Edinburgh where Martin, Tom & Andy review some of the shows they’ve seen and drink Mark Watson dry of his pear juice. You may be able to detect some drunkenness in this

This week the wonky brained men start on Martin’s arse before giving tips on avoiding the pig shivers and wallow in nostalgia as they reminisce about Teletext and ITV Nightscreen. Were those days better? Or were they just shit? Why