A new episode I hear you exclaim with glee. With an increasingly erratic release schedule, this surprise new episode includes Chris, Ian and Kev rambling incoherently about:
- Bees vs Wasps
- Ian’s money management
- Jams and Chutneys
- The pickle conundrum.
30 comments on “Episode 10: The trouble with wasps”
I haven’t listened to this yet, because it doesn’t exist.
Gah!
Fixed, push that in your ear pipes.
I could listen to this but I’m going to save it for later.
I could have listened to this earlier today, but I didn’t, so I’ll probably listen to it tomorrow.
I’ve listened to it now. It’s a slow start but it builds into something delightful.
Also, I’d totally forgotten who I am until I listened to this.
I always forget who you, him and me are. I also sometimes forget how simple sentences are constructed. This such as.
(still haven’t listened to it)
I never forget who I am. The rest of you are basically an ongoing mystery to me.
Who are you?
I listened to it and whilst I only half-remember the whole thing, it was a delight from start to finish.
Also, if I were you, I wouldn’t wanna know you.
I’m…
No, I’ve forgotten again. Maybe I do forget who I am after all. That would certainly explain the incident earlier where I said I’d totally forgotten who I am.
Did you? I don’t remember you saying that.
Also, let’s give a general high five out to all the bees still working in this world. Am I right, guys?
I don’t remember anything about bees. Who are you two, and why are you in my potting shed?
Is this your potting shed? I’m terribly sorry. I asked for directions to a world-class current affairs podcast and they sent me here.
Isn’t this PC World circa 1996?
I think Kev’s potting shed is an old branch of PC World. He extended his house over what used to be an out of town retail park and decided to keep some of it as outbuildings for his garden. He keeps his lawnmower in CarpetRight.
That’s correct. What used to be home bargains is now my compost bin.
Do you sometimes drive around your house and wonder where the hell it is you’re supposed to be going?
Not my house, I have people carry me round the house in a sedan chair so as not to leave marks on the shagpile.
The wider estate, yeah, I went for a drive down to the ornamental pond the other day and found myself locked in a disused oddbins. Very strange.
It’s not your house? Are you saying that you’ve been doing up someone else’s house all this time?
It is my house, but I don’t get lost in my house.
That’s fair oddbins.
Do you get lost in other people’s houses? I heard someone once offered you lentil curls as a snack, you ran away screaming (quite rightly so) and nobody saw you for days.
I get lost in other people’s houses.
By which I mean, I hide in them and wait to be discovered.
That right there is possibly the creepiest thing you’ve said since the last thing you said, about the fact your face may be hiding in the flat.
I didn’t sleep for weeks.
I aim to continually escalate my creepiness, so this is good news. I’m doing well.
Out of the three of us, especially considering I have had a wash and a shave, you are definitely the creepiest.
Congratulations (?)
You’ve had a shave? Are you saying you’re no longer hairy on the go?
I don’t even know what that would make you. Smooth on the stop maybe.
I did have a shave, and now it looks as though I haven’t had a shave. My hair also needs a good trim so there’s still a lot of hairy goings on going on. You could still easily describe me as hairy on the go or lack of smooth on the move.
Lack of smooth on the move. Yeah. That’s got the sort of snappy feel that I go for.