Despite the disappointing results from their own teams, the lads are optimistic that they can wrest back momentum. Do they have the mental fortitude and toughness required, or will Parky's vile vials get the better of them?

With footy again the theme of the day the lads are unified and in full voice. Will Sean turn a chair or is Tone deaf? How would Parky look in a crocheted blanket? Stay tuned...

Tony and Sean are pumped up, fighting fit and ready to kick on. Just a week and a bit till the footy's back, but what's wrong with Parky? Is he fatigued or just deflated?

It's podcast number thirteen. Parky's wearing his golden metallic underwear, Tony's made sure all the toilet seats are down and Sean's marked his territory. They say bad luck comes in three's - good thing the lads aren’t superstitious…

After a dressing down the boys are dressed up and back in the saddle. Can they boot-scoot in time, or will the dance go square? Will there be enough cowbell? See you in the mounting yard. Yeehaw..! 

After skipping town for a weekend bashing in the bush, Tony and Sean have been rounded up. Parky's pleased that his new tracking app worked to find them, but will a flash of UV and a flush of household bleach properly cleanse his wayward charges?

The lads are celebrating their tenth episode. Whilst it's time to party, it's also time to reflect. Time to doff your hat, raise a glass. Time to remember. Lest We Forget.

'Ground control to Major Tom. Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong.
Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom?'
The lads are in Cape Canaveral for Project Apollo but whilst Parky has his feet planted on terra-firma it seems the lads are already in orbit. 

Can Parky's sycophantic interjections survive the tyranny of distance? Is Sean on the same channel or has he been lost to romantic comedy? Fully isolated now in their individual recording booths, can the trio connect? Or will they be scrambled like Tony's eggs?  

Sean's torn. Should he be supporting Parky's Brest or following Tony's Slutsk. Though with a 100% pay cut for the lads, does it really matter? Is it all for nothing? Hmmm, maybe Minsk? It's all Belarusian to him.