What Would Denise Do?

Alright you lot, welcome back. We're here for Season 4, Episode 2, and we're back to our old tricks. This time, we're in the same room like a couple of giggly schoolgirls. And believe me, it’s a whole new dynamic with a camera that cost a fortune but still manages to be a total knob. We’re getting into it, babes, talking about the absolute state of banks that are closing faster than my legs on a Saturday night and the sheer audacity of them asking why you need your own money. The cheek of it!

We've got stories about a man in a cat-gimp suit prancing around a Harvester pub—I swear to God, you can't make this shit up. Plus, we're sharing tales of dodgy gym sessions, an unexpected confession about Holly Willoughby, and the absolute need for a Tammy Girl comeback. So, grab a drink, put your feet up, and prepare for some absolute chaos.

Welcome to Season 4, Episode 1: Denise is BACK, burping like a diva and sipping gin like it’s water.

After a three‑hour pre‑recording sesh (and several bottles of gin), our favourite potty‑mouthed queen has emerged from the Deceased Denise crypt swinging blouses, pride gear, and sass thicker than wallpaper paste.

We tackle everything from Wicked 2, DNA test revelations (15% Sri Lankan, babes), hot sweaty knees, Wembley Beyoncé, and why London Pride now feels like too much glitter, too little meaning.

Prosecco’s flowing, banter’s roaring, and you’re about to binge the most gloriously messy return you didn’t know you needed. Tune in and if you’re not at least a little aroused by her honesty—you’re doing life wrong.

Well, babes… surprise! Due to life being a chaotic slut, this is accidentally the Season 3 finale. Not planned, not mentioned, not even thought through — which feels quite on brand, really. But don’t worry, we go out in classic WWDD style: absolute chaos, deep philosophical musings (like how many blowjobs you'd need to give before you die), tales of flea-infested flats, 90s TV nostalgia, and heartfelt gushing over lamb roasts and Victoria sponges.

Davina’s still scratching, Dominic’s still drinking, and Denise? She’s probably sucking off someone called Barry behind a bins at B&Q.

We also shout out our marathon-running legend Claire, and we’ve done the maths (badly) to make sure this episode keeps her going across the finish line. We’re proud of you, babes — keep running and ignore the smell of McDonald’s.

We’ll be back soon(ish). Probably. Maybe. No promises. Fuck it. Season 4 coming when it comes, alright?

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Another week, another episode of What Would Denise Do? – and babes, this one's juicier than a wet flannel in a Shagaluf foam party. Deyonce's back from their holibobs and gives us the full rundown: sunbeds, MAGA maniacs, French Canadians discovering heat for the first time, and the spiritual journey of all-inclusive rum. Meanwhile, Davina's trying to remember if he’s in 2001 or just stuck in the queue for Bridget Jones 4. We talk sunbed strategy, Stanley Cups, and the exact science of being pretty.

Plus: ghost stories (kinda), Bridget Jones nostalgia, towels getting nicked, and an in-depth analysis of hair that just won’t move no matter how chlorinated the pool. It’s chaotic, it’s hilarious, it’s us. Oh, and Denise makes an appearance… naturally.

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Buckle up for a wild, laugh-out-loud ride through the beautifully chaotic, utterly ridiculous, and occasionally catastrophic moments of everyday life! From gym-induced near-death experiences and kitchen experiments gone explosively wrong to questionable road trip decisions and the eternal war over the correct way to eat a scone, this collection of stories is a full-throttle celebration of life’s absurdity. Whether it’s surviving the horrors of dating apps, embracing the madness of Kate Bush Day, or discovering new and innovative ways to embarrass oneself in public, one thing’s for sure—normal is boring, and disaster makes for a much better story.

Oh my God, another bloody episode of What Would Denise Do? and this time we’re serving chaos on a silver platter. Davina McCall impressions? Check. Heated debates over GIF vs. JIF? Obviously (David now concedes he said it wrong!).

Mariah Carey’s job-seeking dance moves? You bet. Plus, Dominic spills all about his holibobs, including MAGA maniacs, feral sunbed wars, and a bartender who basically tried to kill him with rum. Also, Bridget Jones is BACK, and we’re gagging over it.

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Dom's off on holiday, but not before we cover the important topics—like why his eyebrows nearly defeated a professional threader, why some people think foreign policy is appropriate cab chat, and why Clare was last seen sprawled across a Ford Cortina.

Also, we ask the big questions: Why the fuck is landfill called landfill? Should Middle Eastern muscle bears be a recognised religion? And is a strong eyebrow a sign of the apocalypse? Plus, some horrific first date stories, drunken taxi rides from hell, and more. Listen now—unless you’re still running, Clare.

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Dating in your 30s is like that scene in Titanic—“Is there anyone alive out there? Can anyone hear me?” (spoiler: no, they can’t). This week, Denise and Dom discuss everything from the miracle of modern hydration (read: logging 59 glasses of water while hammered) to a very questionable comedy night experience involving a wheelchair, a blind guide, and a mysterious resurrection. Also on the agenda: terrible fancy dress, dodgy mustaches, and the horror of cold McDonald's. Plus, we demand answers: Why was Mr. Tumnus only wearing a scarf? And how the f*ck did a bloke rob a bank with an avocado?

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Strap in, you sexy lot! Denise, Dom, and David are back for another episode of absolute chaos. This week, we discuss essential life matters, including but not limited to: eyebrow maintenance disasters, undercover professions (spoiler: Denise is NOT a secret priest), and why laser tag is clearly a contact sport for the weak.

We also check in on Val, debate midwives on bicycles, and get lost in a deep, philosophical debate about Zac Efron’s laundry.

There’s gossip, there’s filth, and of course, Denise is on top form, serving up wisdom with a side of fuck off. Pour a drink, grab a fag, and let’s get into it.

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Season Twat is Here!

Darlings, grab a drink, clutch your pearls, and hold onto your knickers—Season 3 (or as we like to call it, Season Twat) has arrived! 🎉

This week, Denise, Dom, and Davina are back, barely prepared and already half-cut, discussing:
🍷 Damp January (because Dry January is for the weak)
🕵️ Spies, traitors, and whether Denise could go undercover without blowing her own cover
🚪 David’s war with lazy delivery drivers who refuse to climb a single flight of stairs
🎭 Pantomimes, Kerry Katona, and the black hole of celebrity Instagrams
📢 Why we’re ditching midweek bonuses but making the main episode longer (You're welcome.)

We’re older, wiser, and still just as unhinged. Welcome back to What Would Denise Do?—where we drink, we swear, and we give life-changing advice (if you’re daft enough to take it).

P.S. If you sigh while delivering Davina’s shopping, expect violence.

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