Well, I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Was going to play it by ear, but now I have that thought in my head …

It’s now a matter of honour. Don’t be surprised at being woken in the middle of the night and being forced to read it at gunpoint.

Well, I don’t think there is such a thing as a disgusting biscuit. They are all good, just some are less good than others.

Are you insane? It’s genius.

Eyes opened.

So self defecation doesn’t make sense but shitting yourself does? This is why I listen to Bladespod more!

Have you read my self-defecation essay yet? I bore my very soul in that story, revealed things about my musical and sartorial taste, about my bladder and sphincter control (or lack thereof) that many would think best not shared. You people make me sick!
Love the pod, keep up the good work!

Both deserve due reverence to be truly appreciated.

My refrain is always “tsk, look at this clown”. It works for a multitude of driving mistakes.

I thought Happy Hunting Ground referred to a generic First nation (Native American) idea of an afterlife. They always used to say it on cowboy films when they had offed another feather-clad Brave

Watching the ‘33 Kong as a kid I never even considered that the tribe being willing to offer 6 women for the white one was a horrendous take. And then they repeat it in the ‘76 version! I think it’s magical enough to rise above its faults though.

I’m that malleable I will change my name to suit others. Same process that Farukh Bulsara went through in 1971. It might work out well, come to think of it.

Have you watched Abigail? It’s like a more sweary Knives Out but you know who did it; it was the ballet dancing vampire. Or maybe it’s more like Glass Onion.

Last winter, I was in a shop and put my hand in my #bigcoyt pocket looking for my wallet. Felt a bag of something odd. Pulled it out and it was a bag of dog poo from a walk a few days earlier, that I had inadvertently pocketed (thought I’d dropped it!). Checkout person looked a bit put out.