Gee-whiz, those Shamblebears sure do love their honey! Watch as they Podfrolic through the beehives, snuffling up the last bits of Castnectar from the bee-nests. Paddy brings out the TOME OF DESTINY and the happy-go-lucky Shamblescamps dive head first into a pool of Choose Your Own Adventure. Yes, you heard right – it is BACK. Laurie finds himself reliving the old days with Flagon, Paddy tries to do too many voices whilst sticking strictly to his limited vocal range, and the fun-lovin’ pair battle their way to the wholly satisfying conclusion of The Cave of Captain Jack Bastard. Please keep all hands and belongings inside the carriage because this ride just got dangerous. Neo Bahamut dangerous.
This Podsatchel is ninety minutes long as you have all been very patient and kind.
Buckle up your Shambelts and hoist up your Podsails because this trouser-boat is bound for unCasted Territory. Paddy reveals his beef with weevils, Laurie lashes out at society for a general lack in Bernard Matthews based knowledge, and the two Heroes of Time (Laurie and Paddy from Podshambles) discuss their grand plans for Grunty Pig and Battlegoose. The possibility of Shambles Merchandise looms on the horizon and everyone gets a little bit over excited – so excited in fact that the pair only realise they have left out a rather insignificant sound effect from the final episode edit after they have initiated the episode upload. They argue over the best way to insert the effect for just over an hour, forgetting the original purpose of the discussion and only realising the effect is still missing whilst they are writing the iTunes description for the episode. They are now too tired to do anything about it and have sort of made peace with the absence.
Quick update: The apostrophes are still missing from the iTunes descriptions – a fact that made me genuinely miss a train because I was imagining how I would explain myself to a court of law if I was charged with DESTROYING ITUNES.
The Shamblesharks are circling once again, drawn to the scent of Pod-blood in the Cast-ocean (I meant for that to sound less disgusting, but it’s clearly too late to change it). Anyway, this week our intrepid young Shamblodytes find themselves back in each other’s company after a hearty adventure-filled Scotland-induced absence (Paddy went to Edinburgh and then came back). Laurie has what can only be described as an existential crisis over whether Borrowers need passports, Paddy gets censored as he lashes out at misogynists, and the pair finally reveal how Bumgoblins affect their daily routines. They haven’t seen each other in a while, they are slightly half-cut, one of them isn’t wearing a hat – are you darn-tooting ready?
In other news, apostrophes still aren’t appearing in the descriptions of our episodes and it’s beginning to destroy me.
This week, back at the Shambel Tower in gay Paris, Paddy’s only gone and bloody gone to bloody Edinburgh bloody Norah. So it’s down to techwizard Laurence to man the mumblestations and record this week’s custard slice.
But he forgot. So instead – the Pilotshambles! Hear how our intrepid heroes began speaking about Pokemans, originated the cult practice of salmon batting, and met Elsinore, the finest prostitute there ever was.
We are back behind the Shamblabra with a whole new barrel of podcast-fish. Paddy explains why we are all just one big massive family of ducks, Laurie gets fruity whilst interviewing Engine-Room Phil and Barbossa, and the critically overexcited pair help Lia find a job in the competitive world of ornithology.
It’s time for a bonanza sale at the Shamble Charcuterie as we get under the covers for part two of podlet 10. What awaits us in the sexy shambles boudoir? James and Kate pop over for long-overdue ménage-a-quatre (that’s a foursome, to you and I), the postal salmon is relentlessly unsexy and Paddy and Laurie discover the kinship that can only arrive after building a sexy canoe.
Sorry for the French. It’s a phase we’re going through.
This episode is dedicated to Ray Harryhausen, who inspired a generation to use their imagination.
Shambledee and Shambledum return with something that can only be described as ‘alarmingly sexy’ for your audio pleasure-tubes. This wedge of Shamblecheese marks the tenth anniversary of the podcast, so we have assembled some rather special sultry guests for the occasion! Paddy and Zac reveal that Laurie was probably born on ‘Bear Island’, Laurie and Chris explain the newfangled concept of ‘Football’ to Paddy, and of course your two overexcitable hosts discuss why ducks are sexy and Cardiff is not. Bring staples, remain stationary, it is going to be charismatically muddling.
NOTE: iTunes keeps deleting all of the apostrophes in our descriptions. I just thought I would let you all know as it is really annoying me.
Oh, what does the Shambling Den hold in store this week? Well, Paddy initiates the inaugural Geography Hour (not set to to return, at time of writing), Laurie and Flagon find a portal to Ascot, and that dang Postal Salmon has returned with stories of our readers’ celebrity lookalikes.
On top of that, we finally discover who and what Demi Levato actually is.
It’s a rip-roaring, leg-rustling, ear-tickling, zebra-teasing, fully-booked barnstormer of an episode. If that’s OK with you?
The sun rises on the broken bodies of the Shamblers-of-Fortune and they realise they have survived. The war is over and everything is back to normal (note: the war will not be mentioned). Paddy reveals the explosive conclusion of ‘101 Things to do with an Egg and a Piece of Paper’, Laurie steadies himself for his first ever underground train-dungeon and the Postal Salmon becomes (for some reason) a recurring character. It’s the longest chapter yet – it’s like the Water Temple of podcasts. Do you have your iron boots? Good.
Well, it’s finally happened on the shambleveranda. Paddy opens up a can of…eggs as he unleashes 101 things you might do with an egg and a piece of paper. If you ever felt like it. No pressure. But it’s GREAT FUN.
Also in this week’s episode: signalling sexy occurrences, meeting crazy Dave and catching up with Dunston, who, predictably, checks in. Go on, you might tolerate it.
