Episode 160 - Jelly In Arse, Meat Dress On, Eggs On Carpet

Our penultimate show! And yes, you're right dear listener, we have had to do some really annoying strange maths to fudge it, so we're skimping on you, depriving you of two whole number ones! Don't blame us, blame Taylor Swift and her long-lasting oeuvre/egg.   Also, Merry Christmas <3

Only 2 more episodes to go. Its getting down to the absolute dregs... or is it? Is there anything astonishing left in the grab bag of number ones? Or, come Christmas day, will Santa's sack (oo er) be found containing nothing but a lump of coal, a fluffy scotch egg, and a one-week Westlife? Only time (and the final episodes) will tell.

We are WAY into single digits now. There's so little time left. If you are starting here you are an absolute lawless individual - and we're here for it! 1994 was the YEAR. That's all I'm saying. No spoilers.

What would have happened if members of Take That were able to quantum leap? What would the world be like if Liam were allowed to name Cocteau Twins songs? And who was responsible for teaching Dickie V to spell? All this plus other stuff in one of our final ever episodes. Just a handful to go!

Huge apologies to all of those of Trumptonshireites who hold ol' Windy in high regard. But he is a hungry bottom and you all know it. I think this is supposed to be a music podcast but we're so far from the beaten track now that its taken on a mind of its own. Not many episodes to go!

I would use the word "slop" if it wasn't so tied to AI. Alas, everything in this show was crafted by human hands and displays all the infinite gradations of fallibility that we poor flesh and blood mortals display on the daily. SLOP I SAY! If only it were more simple, more pure, more and wasn't reliant on taking such chances...

SEX! Yes, lets see if we type that into the episode description if we get a bump in numbers. Also the episode title mentions holes and looks a bit german so... you know. 

A century and a half into the great project and you think we'd have the measure of one another by now. Yet we can still surprise one another. Craig comes out of left field with a wild opinion, Liam hates something but votes for us, and Matt (just like quasimodo) can't stand the bells.

In these troubled times let these descriptions be a lighthouse, a beacon, a big... thing I suppose, that can always be relied on to be entirely irrelevant and irreverent. WILLIES! There's also a podcast you can listen to as well as read this. Its episode 152 - come on, get on with it. Not many left now!

As this train trundles to the end of the line we appear to be picking up speed. Thats probably because loads of the bulkheads have fallen off, the windows are all smashed, and the electrics are totally shot. But part of that means we go on long circular rants like this, all for your amusement. OKLOVEYOUBYE!