This is it! The END! After this, there can be no further episodes of the Wabsnazsm Podcast. For sixteen years, this has been the World's least favourite online audio endeavour and as such, it's time to smother the beast and allow it to go out in grace and gentility.

Consider this a compendium of calamity as we trawl through some good bits, decent bits and bloody awful bits. Are we sad to see it go? 

I doubt that... Still, on with the show and off with it's head!

WABSNAZSM 2009- 2025 

I’ve always been difficult to please. TV, Music and despite being a vegetarian, vegetables. It might come as little or no surprise to learn that I am incapable of making a podcast about the veggies that I don’t like. I scrapped the idea and went for the easy option of piecing together a show featuring the sort of music that I don’t like.

The great and the good get slashed to ribbons in this no holds barred show and my barely concealed ‘inner grump’ comes to the fore again with bile and snarls for the pop tunes of yesteryear. Whether you like it or not, here’s the show. Listen to it or avoid it, that does not matter. What does matter is that I have exorcised some more of my audio demons… Let’s get on with it, shall we?

It's a crazy World at the moment, isn't it? Filled with madness, fear and too many flavours of crisps. It can be bewildering, daunting and downright terrifying. 

Don't fret because you have arrived at the Wabsnazsm Safe Space.

You can relax. Don't worry about that enduring sense of dread. That will still be there tomorrow morning but come with me now as we seek solace in 'the safe space.'

It's here at last! The Wabsnazsm Christmas Party is on! We've got all sorts of festive fare for you here and I just can't wait to see you all to start the fun and games!

Ladies and Gentlemen! Kids of ALL Ages! It's the Wabsnazsm Christmas Bash!

I recently visited one of those fine establishments known as a “Rage Room.” I was given half an hour and a selection of blunt instruments to smash the living hell out of some glass, plates, printers, tea pots, TVs, heaters and loads of other desirable objects. There were windscreens and I don’t know, so many other fine things to pulverise.

I pretty much rendered all of it into powdery dust and had a really cathartic and chaotic time. Safety gear was provided and when I was done with it, I was a mess of sweat, crispy bits of glass and a big steaming grin. It was brilliant. I recommend it fully for those times when just talking it over won’t get it sorted. This is action therapy. This is what the Doctor did not order. This is exactly what I needed…

I ache like an eighty year old Rodeo Cowboy but what an experience… Listen for as long as you can be bothered.

Desperate to get a little fresh air, I decided to venture into uncharted territory and to visit the Hastings Country Park. It seemed like a good idea at the time but, as per usual, things got a little messy.

Instead of tripping through the dew, I was dunked in mud and goo.

Join me on a fruitless search for the delights of the natural world.

Have you ever started out on a long walk and wished that you hadn't? 

Here I am making short work of a long route march and taking you with me in my top pocket.

JOIN ME...

Imagine the most precious vinyl in your prized collection of records at the mercy of an errant and tone deaf child with a pair of scissors and an urge to hear those most treasured records played in the style of "Pinky and Perky."

This was the fate of my Mum's modest but beloved collection.

THIS IS MY APOLOGY....albeit very much too late.

Oh, does our host sound a little blue? Well, maybe a bit but then he's also showing fairly well on the "Chipper Chart" so don't worry about it.

By the power invested in me, Wabsnazsm presents: