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Take this down, Joe Wicks!

In this episode Gazitude gets banned by England Athletics for pushing a 10 year old into a canal, and Lew doubles his body weight with cheesy mash for every meal in Jamaica. Darren wears an XXXXXXXXL compressport top and matching Shatner Panties, as John and Baz sell moody podcast Fruit of the Loom merch out the back of the Gypsy, and all this whilst our favourite flumpfluencer takes 6 gels and 85 minutes to run 10k! 6! 85! Get a grip and take this down, Rocky Dennis.

Sort your chin out, son!

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Harrow! Up Ski Sunday, Aba Daba Doo, and Hakuna Matata, mother fuckers and bah! humbug! from Osvaldo hook hands Clarke Lewis shirt-cocking a canal race tee as we launch into the festive period like runfluencers posting about finding it's too hot in Valencia.

Since last time out Baz has turned into the Laird of the manor, flat cap, tweed waistcoat and paisley cravat, John has upgraded his phone to a Nokia 8210, and I am a whim away from singing The Lion Sleeps Tonight and using the Family Fortunes XX noise to count the Guinness World records of Hull Boy, that mad NZ lawyer and the ginger attention seeker.

In this episode we plan 2026 including Baz's first 100K on turmeric, reflect on a slow as Same Head United 2025 and play a game of Juicing Kenyans. The fan favourite Facebook Parkrun Tourism group returns and is just as dumb as ever, the Kazoos of Keith and Kyla perform a sporting medley, and there is a HUGE sweaty fact hunt to take us into the cheeriest of Christmas songs to close with.

Happy Kwanza, chag hannukah sameach, fucking Gump and Merry Christmas from us and Mr Kock.

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Warning: The following podcast contains jokes that some viewers may find disturbing. Listener discretion is seriously advised.

And we are back wearing 15 hats with Dickie Bird contemplating a Guinness World Record attempt, eating more schnitzel than Josef Frtizl and Imac'ing our leg pit hair with a woman named Fanny.

In addition Lewis is scouring Sanjay's top shelf for a copy of Razzle from 1985 to save looking on railway sidings, Sooty, Sweep and Sue have a squeaky threesome and a sneeze puts me out of action for 2 days.

We play a game of Cunt or No Cunt with the usual suspects, price up a Kenyan pacer and pitch a sitcom to the BBC sponsored by Enertor Insoles - the Insoles for Arseholes.