WARNING: may cause drowsiness. In this special, uncalled-for, extra, bonus, rubbish stopgap podcast, nominally called Number 79.5 and recorded in my Edinburgh Television Festival-paid-for hotel room against our better judgement, we allow tiredness and Fringe-fatigue and sudden lack of audience energy to undermine our razor-sharp topical observations and Maurice Gran-standard one-liners. We just about manage to comment upon the bad man in California, Anne Robinson’s new smile, Ronnie Biggs and the Monopoly connection, the end of the NHS “flasher” gown and Amanda Platell (not the end of, but she has a column in the Saturday Mail, which we don’t usually cover). It sounds like we have jetlag, and there’s a weird gap at around 45 minutes. If you’ve never listened to our podcast, PLEASE DO NOT START HERE! If you have, and loyally sit through it, it almost picks up in the last ten minutes. Almost. We promise a return to form next week.
(Incidentally, it was only after we’d finished that we realised what went wrong: we sat the wrong way round. See: picture. What were we thinking!?)