IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY!!!

In this gloriously chaotic Christmas episode, Deyonce and Davina go full festive feral. Expect boozy traditions, telly tantrums, floating hats, rogue lights, twerking grandmas, and constant reminders to check your turkey and roasties before it’s too late.

There’s shouting, swearing, cracker warfare, strong opinions on Christmas films, and zero tolerance for Lynx Africa.

Loud, camp, boozy, and bursting with festive chaos — this episode is Christmas Day in podcast form.

Merry Christmas, babes… pass the John Smith’s. 🎅✨

Join us for the penultimate Christmas episode! We'll have a special ep launched live on Christmas Day (and NYE) but for now, sit back, pour yourself a large one and join us for another chaotic episode of What Would Denise Do?

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In this episode, Dom and Davina serve peak festive chaos. They navigate Eurovision parties, lay down the strictest Christmas movie rules (Frozen? Only Christmas Eve, darling), and unleash OCD confessions so precise they’re borderline criminal. Expect debates about pizza, crusts, and even the right number of toilet rolls — yes, really.

They spill McDonald’s secrets, roast the worst Christmas presents known to humankind, and rank deodorants like true connoisseurs. There’s also plotting of undercover boss missions at Buckingham Palace and MI5 because why not, hun? It’s camp, chaotic, and completely unhinged — a cocktail of laughs, drama, and festive shenanigans. It's the podcast that feels like being trapped in a lift with two camp gremlins, three gin bottles, and a ghost child doing laps in the background that you didn’t know you needed.

Strap in, grab your gin, and prepare for Christmas chaos the Denise way.

Another hilarious episode of What Would Denise Do. This week, Dom & Davina are in the depths of Surrey at Davina's apartment. Looking like they're lined up to be shot, with their Stanley cups full of gin. Join us for another drunken episode of craziness.

This episode is pure Denise energy, babes. Deyonce and Davina are straight-up spiralling — we’re talking full-blown diva meltdown, emotional, hysterical, iconic. One minute they’re belting Wicked like they’re on the West End, the next they’re nearly slicing their own faces off mid-shave because the vocals were too powerful.

Mother Nature gets dragged for flicking the switch to autumn like a diva turning off the lights at Sugar Hut. . Someone nearly gets arrested for knock-door-run like they’re on TOWIE: Juvenile Delinquent Edition. Trousers are worn backwards, men are stripping in shops, and Deyonce once looked like a human tampon. It’s chaos. It’s camp. It’s culture.

There’s drama about Halloween costumes that never saw the light of day (TRAGIC), high-stakes IMAX ticket warfare, Greek gods who are “fit enough to resurrect the dead”, and Hyrox training that both of them are absolutely convinced will kill them. Like, get the body bags, hun.

We get witch trials, steak bakes, royal gossip and marathon miracles.

It’s outrageous. It’s unhinged. It’s larger than life, like a fake tan explosion at midnight.
It’s Deyonce. It’s Davina. It’s Denise’s spiritual children running wild with microphones.

Our Halloween special is here, and it’s absolute chaos. Dom relives the moment a furious ghost screamed “GET OUT!” in the Edinburgh vaults, while Davina casually drops the fact he's seen a full-bodied passenger sitting in the backseat of his car. The pair wander through haunted castles, rogue orbs, and the terror of clowns, child catchers and cursed gym equipment that definitely looks like BDSM décor.

There’s costume drama (Formula One but make it Elphaba), disastrous trick-or-treat “treats,” debates about aliens and gravity, crystals being rubbed within an inch of their lives, and a full buffet tangent. Plus, the duo discover what happens when you feed one of their transcripts into AI… and it spits back a terrifyingly formal corporate meeting summary.

Spooky, silly, unhinged, and full of giggles — just the way we like it.

Deyonce and Davina are back and more unhinged than ever. From plotting a French-speaking podcast they can’t actually speak, to deep dives into The Kardashians, Christmas telly schedules, and Joan of Arc’s skincare routine, it’s a rollercoaster through chaos, culture, and cream-filled dauphinoise.

Somewhere between Vicar of Dibley and Victoria Wood, our duo discuss witchy powers, accidental Freemason dinners, and why Jaffa Cakes deserve state recognition. There’s ghost talk, gym confessions, and a full-blown occult museum meltdown.

But it doesn’t stop there, babe. The gays go from ghostly encounters to invisible fantasies (hello, Zac Efron’s shower 👀), Selling Sunset scandals, and a fierce debate over The Gilded Age and naked window adventures. It’s glamour, ghoul talk, and gossip galore — all sprinkled with chaos, Prosecco, and perfect comedic timing.

Expect spirit communication, seasonal guidance, and a few full-moon meltdowns.

Buckle up, babes, because this season finale is the most iconic, chaotic, and downright unhinged episode yet. Deyonce and Davina take you from the majestic White Cliffs of Dover (where one nearly left his mother for dead but found enlightenment and wine instead), to a Holiday Inn so wild it should’ve come with a trigger warning — featuring “Masturbating Matthew” and a fire alarm from hell.

Between Prosecco-fuelled chaos, Dover Castle history lessons, cats that aren’t the right cats, DIY disasters, and Clare trying to saw a sofa in half, it’s pure Essex meets David Attenborough energy. Add in a healthy thirst for the Efron brothers, a bit of Naked Dating UK analysis (purely for research, obvs), and a heartfelt shoutout to Angelo — our marathon-running king — and you’ve got a finale that’s as emotional as it is outrageous.

Expect spiritual revelations, hotel horrors, talk of furiously flapping willies, French peas, crochet threats, and Kris Jenner’s facelift appreciation hour. It’s high camp meets heartfelt chaos — part travelogue, part therapy session, part fever dream.

So pour a glass, light a candle, and prepare to laugh, cry, and scream “I’m claustrophobic, Darren!” at least once. The GC herself would live for this level of drama. 💅