Episode 23: A Preventive Humanitarian Intervention Into the Responsibility to Euphemise (R2E) Doctrine; or, There’s a Reason Why They Poison Philosophers

An episode description in which I once again take some of my discarded episode titles and list them as bullet points in lieu of writing a proper thingy:

  • Dream snorkel, come rescue me
  • Nopin’ talkin’ ’bout rootin’
  • Experimentieren mit Fleischstäben
  • Don’t do you!
  • Just acknowledging feelings all day
  • The quirkiest of bugbears
  • Massive Ordnance Penetrator-Intermodulator
  • Please welcome to the stage Buster Bunking!
  • 28 years of phallophotic retinopathy
  • Ralph Plaines
  • The Epstein [no relation] files
  • Team The Netherlands: World Police

Episode 22: Single’s Toddler Cancer Nightmare; or, A Trent in the Henhouse

Self-explanatory, as always:

  • I’m bad with names but I could identify that service set anywhere
  • Hitch: the elite private schooldog born with a silver bone in his mouth
  • The nose Mohs
  • Calling the Cancer Council helpful would be the real charity
  • Do you even stairlift, bro?
  • Helen loses a dress size by not exercising and Ross loses 103cm of height on the Peterson Diet
  • Swedish nutballs
  • The X axis represents time, the Y axis represents pleasure, and the Z axis represents evil
  • What we’ve got here is an epic fail to communicate
  • Ross Zombie
  • Heavy is the sex that wears the studded leather glove
  • Which came first: the chicken or the industrial rock artist?

Episode 21: The Good, The Bad, and the Foley; or, A Rough Diamond Jubilee

In honour of Dr Gary Foley’s recent 75th birthday, Beautiful Fairy Princess continues with her dastardly plan to publish his complete biography in podcast form before Tony Birch has the chance to write any of it down. Besides, reading is for suckers, which is why I’m just going to trail off …

… Ugh, fine. Stories included feature the likes of John Webster, Marcia Langton, Germaine Greer, Bob Bellear, Paul Coe, Gary Williams, Pat O’Shane, Chicka Dixon, Bob Maza, Ken and Sacha Horler, Ray Peckham, Joe Strummer, and more! Plus, Bird Ferguson briefly steals the show.

Episode 20: Conspicuous Theft Auto; or, Personal Space Invaders

See, kids? I know video games. Oh, and it’s a true crime podcast now, so that’s all the listener demographics covered. Also:

  • Ross Thee Stallion
  • Achtung! Unverhohlener Volkswagen-Diebe!
  • But first, Clive James
  • A potato disc by any other name
  • Hustle & Flowchart
  • Rösse Car
  • Abuse Me Elmo
  • Spam Harris
  • Who’s bad?
  • I thought Dr Peter McGraw was married to Oprah or something
  • Neuroblobology (it’s how the Predator sees your feelings)
  • It was all Glenfiddich and elbow patches in my day
  • Adorno: The 50-year-old Virgo
  • Temple of the Cow
  • The way to a rat’s heart is through its tickle-hole
  • Kill the spiders in John Butler’s hair with the knife he forged
  • In terms of running it to ground
  • His lovely crimey lumps
  • Neuroblobology II (it’s how the Predator sees your racism)
  • Sociobiology: hard-wired for untestable hypotheses

Episode 19: Not Another Gore PowerPoint; or, The Revolution Will Not Be Caffeinated

Lured by the undeniable architectural triumph that is the newly unveiled Feminist Wing at Floate Library—it didn’t take very long, either—our prodigal heroes return to say things directly at each other’s faces. Some of those things:

  • Inclu-Size Me
  • Learning to fly (choice of socks is the hardest thing)
  • Talk of circadian rhythm
  • Buckminster: Full of it?
  • The Great Biographer Theory of History
  • Stone Temple Co-passengers
  • Poor person’s business class
  • Irredeemable: One framed portrait of the monarch’s consort, please
  • Consciously uncoupling from news
  • It’s the pantyhose women that give her, give her, give her the pantyhose blues
  • MobLandia
  • On not growing up to be Helen Mirren and/or Christina Hendricks
  • Is it possible that Guy Ritchie isn’t actually shit?
  • You gotta partition your magisteria
  • The Naivety Spectrum
  • Brown Eye for the Brown Owl

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Episode 17: SWOT! In the Name of Love; or, There’s No More Bread Being Made

They call him Captain Handsome but his name was Elisa Day. Nicknames, huh. Where do they come from? Beautiful Fairy Princess seems to think that the answer is ChatDSV, which I understand to be both a telepathic dolphin who loves subroutines—which are evil, unlike normal routines, which are natural and good—and her only companion since the breakdown of the quarantediation process. I probably should have split that last sentence up a bit but I did not want to risk remembering it by stopping partway through, plus I am working to a kitchen timer of indeterminate duration.

Also:
• Chairman Mao’s Red Braised Porkies
• Taken for a Wildean ride
• In Seattle, Washington, mushroom eats you!
• ‘… the best way out is always Theroux’ – Robert Frost, 1915
• What if Regus Patoff but tall?

Episode 16: Pane di Covid; or, What to Expect When You’re Unhinging

With the reciprocal intervention orders from The Tiff still in effect, they’ve gone remote again this week. The sound is always shitty over Riverside—as I believe Captain Handsome’s favourite band Travis sang—but whaddaya gonna do? Run it through some magic AI thingy that makes both hosts sound like the Theranos lady? Ugh, these two weirdos would probably love that. No, you put it in the episode description like a puddle of wee to rub their noses in and teach them a lesson, that’s what. Anyway, in case you can’t make it out, they talked about these things:

  • Substacking well
  • You most likely know it as Myanmar, but it’ll always be Burma to Ross
  • The burgeoning Voluntary Quarantine Movement
  • Essential workers never did get that raise we all said they should, huh
  • Windexing one’s apples, so to speak
  • Burgess, the patron saint of shut-ins
  • Blooze lawyers bought all the guitars
  • Thatcher? I hardly know her!
  • Hitch-33⅓: The Final Insult
  • Fuggen A. Hayek: because prices, not podcasts, communicate information
  • Sigmund and his day-bed made of snow
  • Polanyi: because maybe prices don’t so much communicate information as obscure it
  • The burgeoning Planned Geriatric Intemperance Movement
  • Hamm!

Episode 15: Helen–Gary Helen–Ross; or, Subtext Is for Closers

This week, Beautiful Fairy Princess and Captain Handsome—back together after what Page Six has labelled The Tiff—are joined by a mystery guest! Who could it be? Is there perhaps an unnecessarily cryptic set of clues, including the name of this episode combined with the fact that said guest’s stories are accompanied by post-production sound effects, that could potentially lead one to deduce the name? Yes! Might it be less annoying to simply listen to the episode instead? Possibly, but be warned, they’ll be talking about these things:

• Legally blind: not as simple and finite as the rules of haircare

• How to Ruin a Seeing Eye Dog in 10 Days

• Paging Dr Buñuel!

• There’s a fraction too much fiction/How about NGO

• Keffiyeh or keffinah?

• Disabled seating: from my cold, dead arse

• A lunatic, mountain-climbin’, pipe-smokin’, communist doctor from New Zealand

• Like a diamond in the sky, how I wonder/Blocking out the scenery, breaking my mind

• Just imagine how fast the colonies would have federated if Henry Parkes had whipped out some maracas

• Don’t mention the pope

• Napoleon: Bigger, Longer & Uncut

• Eggs

• No, that’s the wrong list, Siri

• Open shopping list

• Hey Siri, open shopping list

• Goddammit, Siri

Episode 14: Glory Hatch; or, The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a 99.4-odd Batting Average

Okay, campers, rise and shine, and don’t forget your vegan sandals ’cause it’s hot out there today! It’s hot out there every day; what is this, the Jagajaga Federal Electorate? Not hardly, but it is the perfect time for both frozen gazpacho and blue-ballsing some ASMR weirdos with an empty promise of eating noises. Also, Dr Tom Heenan takes time out from his busy private posthumous psychiatric practice to excise a stupid expression or two, espouse the virtues of bullshit, and rubbish Tidy Towns!