This Slump contains science, news, people being arrested and a sneaky couple of Vedders. It's got all the hallmarks of a Slump, so whatever else you have to say about it, you can't say we strayed from the formula.

At some points there are three men slumping, at other points just two. At one point there's only a single human male saying words. And there's an instant when two people are there, but three voices feature. This all makes it sound a lot more confusing that it actually was, so ignore this and just listen...

There are rocks, there are holes, there are things that are neither rocks nor holes, there is laughter and there is a load of other things that I can't recall because I'm tired now. Anyway, it's a Slump and we hope you like it.

Today there are odd lyrics, odd singers, odd items found in a new flat and an odd deer. It wasn't designed to be like this, but this is what's happened. Enjoy.

What happened this week then? Well, there are frogs in trees, deep voices in unexpected places, and a man who purrs. This isn't the only podcast in the world, but it's the only one dealing with weighty issues like this.

We thought this one was much much shorter than normal, but in the end it turned out to be about the normal length, perhaps even longer, so it just goes to show you how wrong we can be. Ah well, here it is, enjoy...

Technically this is episode 185, but we never published 184 due to shoddy sound, so I'm calling this one 184b. I don't know why I did this long explanation. Who cares, just roll up your sleeves and get up to the elbow in Slump.

This is a special episode because we used not one, not two, not even three, but four different studios to record it. The results are largely the same, though we do get a bit confused at various points, what with all the going back and forth. If you've made it this far though, you'll probably manage to stick it out...

Meat shaped like people, John Deacon's short shorts, and what to do when you get a bad case of "hype". All this and more feature inside this, The Slump number one hundred and eighty two.

A new Slump is here. There are spies, there are Cockneys, there are stupid inventions, and there are three men ready to talk about them all. So, pull up your britches and wade right in...