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Fearlessly determined to stroll around Brighton in the worst storms to hit the South Coat in decades, I decided to share my bold and possibly stupid endeavour with you, the listeners. Hear the chaotic roar of the elements as the wind attempts to lift me from the Earth and deposit me in the drink. 

I don't know when the last official edition of Bod was made. Some time in the dim and distant past and that troubled me. What on Earth have the characters been up to since we last checked in on them? Did they follow their dreams, fall in love or merely stand around chucking fruit about? It's most probably the fruit, isn't it? Of course, it is. So, I decided to check in on our old chums from way back and to see what sort of new  adventures they're having.

Dogs die in hot cars, right? I can fully appreciate that as I recorded this confection in a Suzuki Wagon R with the windows closed. Even Prince Andrew would have perspired a little... Anyway, the tunes are as hot as the vehicle so get up from your comfy chair and dance like Michael Parkinson.

It's been almost a year and the nation's nerves are shredded. As ever, the Wabsnazsm podcast is here to plunge the needle of hope deep into your bicep. We don't know what we're doing and it's guaranteed to hurt but it's worth a shot, right? Whether it's Pfizer or Tizer, what have you got to lose?

The first Monday of the year 2021 and I'm cold, wet and on the move...

Nobody noticed the lanky tosser with the microphone and that allows us a unique view of a listless life of lockdown.

I have stupid hair and a dripping set of eyebrows. Listen for as long as you can stand it.

It's a horrible day out there. The rain, it raineth and the wind bloweth like a bastard so I sought temporary shelter and in doing so, I avoided an even greater soaking for about six minutes. One of my better plans.

Anyway, here's something that you might like...it's another bloody podcast.

As embarrassing as it might seem, we ALL use the toilet. Yes, even YOU! But somewhere out there, there's a secret army of people who clean up after your emergency trip to the bog and here is a brief account of a day in the life of one such person.

On a gloriously windy and unpleasant morning, I decided to walk along the beach towards a crowd of "tough looking types." Let's enjoy the experience together, shall we? A catalogue of minor catastrophes ensued.

Welcome along to a dive into the deeply dirty world of Punk Rock... Open all of the windows and play this one loudly enough to get you evicted. It'll be worth it, I promise.