Podcast: Love Island – what’s the point? Does your mum shave your arse? Are you looking for love, or fifty grand? Have you diligently attended the gym, or the tan shop, or both? If so, you might actually be on it. If not, you might be restricted to watching it. Robin and Sean certainly are. Contains relaxed muscle.
Here’s my burning question for Theresa May: Where are your balls? You’re an outgoing Prime Minister with absolutely nothing to lose and absolutely everything to gain, including your dignity. And you do nothing!
Podcast: Donald Trump. Bloody hell. Is he the Best Ever, like he says? Or the Worst? Whatever. Are there keys to his tiny mind in his childlike Twitter feed? Is his milk being adulterated? Can he rival the Mr Men for literary complexity? Robin and Sean inspect the White House shitehouse. Contains stone-cold losers.
Nobody wants to go on record about this, but I’m fed up and I’m taking a stand. There’s a pattern of British bands coming here, stealing our blues, taking our women, and criticizing America in their lyrics.
Podcast: Remember Margaret Thatcher? The prime minister who tore the country apart without asking first? Actually, we were trying to forget, but the BBC is banging out a mega-documentary on her so we can get screwed all over again. Robin and Sean relive the destruction of industry and the debasement of society. Contains Tebbit.
We are in a UK comedy drought. We know your political system has fallen to shit. So has ours. Neither situation is funny. Where are the stories on politicians defending Muslim women’s rights and in the same breath calling them letter boxes? That’s funny stuff!