Welcome back, you thirsty lot, to the podcast where we chew the fat and get absolutely hammered in the process. This week, we've gone on a journey that's more chaotic than a one-legged man in an arse-kicking contest. We've talked everything from dodgy dates and Aperol Spritz on a plane to a full-blown murder mystery marathon.

We've delved deep into the twisted world of Fred and Rose West, and honestly, you'll never look at a garden patio the same way again. We've also figured out who Jack the Ripper was, and I’ll give you a hint: it’s not who you think. Plus, a little girl ghost who likes to play games, and a full-on rant about those absolute cunts who don't bring a towel to the gym.

You'll get an eyeful and an earful of our unfiltered ramblings, but we wouldn’t have it any other way. We're here, we're queer, and we're ready to drink. So pour yourself a large one, sit back, and get ready for the chaos. And remember, no good deed goes unpunished. Now tell us, what do you reckon is in those gym bags?

Hold onto your tea towels, because this podcast is a full-blown rollercoaster of chaos, clumsiness, and absolute mayhem. From nightmare neighbours wreaking havoc to questionable love lives on reality TV, our hosts spill every hilariously horrifying story you never knew you needed. Time travel gets a shoutout—because why not imagine escaping your own disasters into the past?—before jetting off to tales of holiday trauma, from the perils of parrot-induced panic to the absolute madness of airports, planes, and hotel fails..

Alright you lot, welcome back. We're here for Season 4, Episode 2, and we're back to our old tricks. This time, we're in the same room like a couple of giggly schoolgirls. And believe me, it’s a whole new dynamic with a camera that cost a fortune but still manages to be a total knob. We’re getting into it, babes, talking about the absolute state of banks that are closing faster than my legs on a Saturday night and the sheer audacity of them asking why you need your own money. The cheek of it!

We've got stories about a man in a cat-gimp suit prancing around a Harvester pub—I swear to God, you can't make this shit up. Plus, we're sharing tales of dodgy gym sessions, an unexpected confession about Holly Willoughby, and the absolute need for a Tammy Girl comeback. So, grab a drink, put your feet up, and prepare for some absolute chaos.