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.

Welcome to Season 4, Episode 1: Denise is BACK, burping like a diva and sipping gin like it’s water.

After a three‑hour pre‑recording sesh (and several bottles of gin), our favourite potty‑mouthed queen has emerged from the Deceased Denise crypt swinging blouses, pride gear, and sass thicker than wallpaper paste.

We tackle everything from Wicked 2, DNA test revelations (15% Sri Lankan, babes), hot sweaty knees, Wembley Beyoncé, and why London Pride now feels like too much glitter, too little meaning.

Prosecco’s flowing, banter’s roaring, and you’re about to binge the most gloriously messy return you didn’t know you needed. Tune in and if you’re not at least a little aroused by her honesty—you’re doing life wrong.

Well, babes… surprise! Due to life being a chaotic slut, this is accidentally the Season 3 finale. Not planned, not mentioned, not even thought through — which feels quite on brand, really. But don’t worry, we go out in classic WWDD style: absolute chaos, deep philosophical musings (like how many blowjobs you'd need to give before you die), tales of flea-infested flats, 90s TV nostalgia, and heartfelt gushing over lamb roasts and Victoria sponges.

Davina’s still scratching, Dominic’s still drinking, and Denise? She’s probably sucking off someone called Barry behind a bins at B&Q.

We also shout out our marathon-running legend Claire, and we’ve done the maths (badly) to make sure this episode keeps her going across the finish line. We’re proud of you, babes — keep running and ignore the smell of McDonald’s.

We’ll be back soon(ish). Probably. Maybe. No promises. Fuck it. Season 4 coming when it comes, alright?

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Another week, another episode of What Would Denise Do? – and babes, this one's juicier than a wet flannel in a Shagaluf foam party. Deyonce's back from their holibobs and gives us the full rundown: sunbeds, MAGA maniacs, French Canadians discovering heat for the first time, and the spiritual journey of all-inclusive rum. Meanwhile, Davina's trying to remember if he’s in 2001 or just stuck in the queue for Bridget Jones 4. We talk sunbed strategy, Stanley Cups, and the exact science of being pretty.

Plus: ghost stories (kinda), Bridget Jones nostalgia, towels getting nicked, and an in-depth analysis of hair that just won’t move no matter how chlorinated the pool. It’s chaotic, it’s hilarious, it’s us. Oh, and Denise makes an appearance… naturally.

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Buckle up for a wild, laugh-out-loud ride through the beautifully chaotic, utterly ridiculous, and occasionally catastrophic moments of everyday life! From gym-induced near-death experiences and kitchen experiments gone explosively wrong to questionable road trip decisions and the eternal war over the correct way to eat a scone, this collection of stories is a full-throttle celebration of life’s absurdity. Whether it’s surviving the horrors of dating apps, embracing the madness of Kate Bush Day, or discovering new and innovative ways to embarrass oneself in public, one thing’s for sure—normal is boring, and disaster makes for a much better story.

Oh my God, another bloody episode of What Would Denise Do? and this time we’re serving chaos on a silver platter. Davina McCall impressions? Check. Heated debates over GIF vs. JIF? Obviously (David now concedes he said it wrong!).

Mariah Carey’s job-seeking dance moves? You bet. Plus, Dominic spills all about his holibobs, including MAGA maniacs, feral sunbed wars, and a bartender who basically tried to kill him with rum. Also, Bridget Jones is BACK, and we’re gagging over it.

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