A gig rundown and a bunch of bullshit about fines. Basically.
A long(ish) chat about ADHD. I know I've done this before, but it felt important, OK? Basically.
Existentialism and sleeping with robots. Basically.
I talk about dating, but not in a red pill mansophere way, more a guilty confession, or something. Basically.
Had a nice gig and listened to some podcasts. Mostly.
A rant about the dream-killing pragmatists out there. Essentially.
This podcast episode is called Different Gravy because when I was leaving the venue last night, some punter shook my hand and said, "That was different gravy". I probably should have mentioned that in the podcast itself. Basically.
Had a gig, went well. Now I think I'll never have another issue with comedy again. Essentially.
Quite a deep chat about popularity and alternative art, man. Basically.
A dog walk and a big rant about chasing your dreams like I'm Tony Robbins or something. Bascially.
I do some haikus (no, really), tell some jokes (I'm a comedian), and we also talk about Chris Langan, the most intelligent man in the world, and his theory of reality called CTMU (no, really really). Essentially.
Just when I thought I was out, they emailed me some nice offers. Also something about your mum and people called Mike. Basically.
A video podcast! I'm sitting on my ned in shades, like some sort of lounge version of Jonathan Meades. If you don't know who he is, he's my biggest inspiration. This may explain a lot, as he isn't even a comedian. Anyway, I'm talking about giving up comedy, but then a small amount of cash changes my mind. Basically.
Hello everyone. I'm back to my old self after being radicalised by current affairs and I'm ranting about giving up comedy. That's the default setting. Please don't blame me. It's this or politics. Essentially.
I talk myself back into comedy in real-time, after ranting about authenticity, then end the podcast with an Ai song. Ironic. Basically.
Sad news and an angry podcast. Sorry. Basically.
Oh, so you're sick of me complaining about comedy? Well, how about I complain about the corporate world instead? Essentially.
A full rundown of the gig I wanted to go well not going well. Of course it didn't go well. Of course. Basically.
Sorry, more about ADHD, but this time, I read out some texts, if that makes it any better? No? Ok. Basically.
Some stuff about gigs and a rant (I can't believe it) about the idiom he died doing what he loved. Is that an idiom? I have no idea. I'm stupid and I'm not looking it up. Basically.