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See? We’re just like London buses: you wait for ages, and then two come along at once. This week, we discuss my m(o)ustache discoveries, and then (after a rude interruption) we talk about chocolate hazelnoot spread. Then, I lecture Johnson on a glaring disparity in the film The Great Escape, which leads us onto the subject of Dunkirk – something most Americans know nothing about (but soon will after it gets the Christopher Nolan treatment.) Link to the trailer here.
After a little gap (let’s call it a hiatus) we’re back to talk about the curious case of two battery rabbits. Then we discuss dumplings in all their forms, and I relate the world’s first and only case of “clashtag.” Then we (eventually) get to some listener mail from, well, pretty much all of you.
Groveling apologies for the gap between episodes, but that should make this one all the more sweet! Ha! Heh! Ahem. Anyway. This week, we discuss molasses, treacle, and the unfortunate slave-trade that brought us both. Later, Sam takes the quiz and tries to guess what a “sand dollar” is without being racist.
This episode, we inadvertently enter the wacky realm of spoons, which aren’t just for drugs anymore. Then we hear some listener mail from Raphael, Chris Morris, Jochen and Jeff – everything from disappearing black people to Johnson’s accidental outing. Then, we learn about Cel-Ray Soda, which has the power to divide entire continents.
This week we discuss “The Tilted Kilt,” a pub, eatery and affront to Celts everywhere. Then we ponder why time itself is pretending to be Irish, which gets us onto Will-o-the-Wisp. Then we chat about gobstoppers vs jawbreakers, and why Alphabetti Spaghetti (much to my chagrin) shouldn’t be called that, which leads to the story of a British manufacturer of Italian food telling its customers to avoid its products. Finally, some listener mail from John Killey about bears, both Teddy and Pooh.
This week, we catch up on listener mail from Jeff, Beth, Jochen, John K and my dad; we learn everything from how foreigners decide which “English” they want to speak, to why British soldiers are called “Tommies.” Then, Cocker takes the quiz, and tries to figure out what “kickball,” “Jim Crow” and a “back forty” might be, while Johnson ponders “de-bagging,” “bluebottle” and (with horrible below-the-waist results) — “sling your hook.”.
This week, I make Johnson try various British sodas, and along the way we learn about e-numbers, tidy man and dwarf suicide. Then, we compare Captain Birdseye and the Gorton’s Fisherman to see who’s better at selling fish and shagging mums. Then we open some listener mail from Raphael, Carol, Lindsay, Gary and Jeff – most of whom nag me about posting shows more often. Tch!
This week, we talk about the outrageous British Surrender Quarter, then make some startling discoveries about Teddy Bears. Then, I have a hankering for some Banoffee Pie, and we get listener comments about bumfluff and gyros. Finally, I educate Johnson on the firemen of Trumpton, along with Top Cat and Phil Silvers. Some links to things discussed: the 
A packed show this week! Firstly, we have a guest called Patti, so I explain why I have trouble saying her name. Then I show off my “black man’s pinch,” which gets us into the wacky world of soft drinks. Then I prove that America was, in fact, named after an Englishman, which leads us to play a round of “Panama Canal – The Price Is Right.” Then we discuss dustmen, dustcarts, dustbins and in short, all things dust. Then Jochen writes in about Tommies and Jerries, and finally we moan about Domnhall Gleeson being in bloody everything these days. Enjoy! Oh: The baby Bee-Gees singing about dustmen are 
This week, an extremely late but packed episode! First we hear about some recent problems I had with my caulk (ooer), and then listeners John Killey, Randy, Ed and Raphael get in touch about everything from Babycham to the Queen, via my mum’s sexy voice. Then Lily takes the quiz and tries to guess what “rumspringa” is, while Johnson has a go at “bum fluff” – all followed by the most gripping game of rock-paper-scissors ever recorded. Happy birthday, Lil!