Discontent Provider

Battered, bruised, and with their ears ringing from the triumphant bellowing of a Right Wing emboldened by flag-waving and Donald Trump telling them what they want to hear, the chaps retreat to their Happy Place to take stock. In a moment of brutal clarity, the difficulty of striving for a Better World (and the ease of turning it into a smouldering dung-heap) is revealed to them - but they resolve to carry on regardless and hope you crazy kids feel the same way.

The chaps try their hands/paws at the Scientific Method this week by attempting to determine whether or not ignoring reality really can make it go away. It appears that it can't - but sadly, that doesn't seem to matter.

In an episode rendered unfashionably late by Foxy's pretty face requiring medical treatment, the chaps ponder the timeless cycle of Nature and the equally eternal treadmill-like grind of Human frailty and beastliness with particular reference to how quickly awful people will jump to the defence of awful people.

As the baking heat of Summer begins to retreat, the chaps retire to their Happy Place to review the season. TL:DR - they've seen better. They've seen worse too - but what kind of pessimistic scrotes would they be if they lead with that? All in all, it's been no Summer of Love - and small wonder, eh what?

This week finds the chaps taking an unwonted interest in matters spiritual as the Nation is knocked into paralysed indifference by the revelation that neither the PM nor the Leader of the Opposition have accepted Jesus Christ as their personal Lord and Saviour. It's potentially a bit of a "Thought for the Day" episode, truth be told - although at least Foxy spares you the inevitable homely anecdote that reminds him of something from the Book of Daniel or somesuch fucking nonsense...

As the chaps settle into the sun-dappled, grassy splendour of their Happy Place, they are comforted to no end to learn that the obvious fiction of geographical boundaries is still widely-respected. Perhaps their little nook will one day earn Internationally-recognised Statehood? If so; get ready for unregulated gambling and a blanket ban on poetry (or any other metaphor-driven art-form). 

With the shells, cluster F-bombs of the Culture War getting dangerously close to home, the chaps - like the despicable conchie cowards they are - decline to participate in the hostilities; instead, they repair to their Happy Place to consider the remarkable prospect of a Donald Trump interview wherein the POTUS seems to be making a genuine effort to come across as only around 20% as much of a dick as usual.

With the crew being once more up to full strength, perhaps it's not to be wondered at that the chaps are feeling a mite cocky. Certainly their attitude towards the Established Order of Things could get them into a spot of trouble at Asda - but isn't that all for the best? 

Due to an injury, Discontent Provider is only about half the podcast it normally is - but one presses on, do one not? No use crying over ... Well; no use crying altogether, really - at least not in some circles. Anyway; all that aside, the Happy Place is the place to be if you're looking for a scholarly appraisal of Labour's First Year in Government.

Summer time, and the living is easy - or so we are reliably informed. Certainly it's not too gruesome a business for anyone choosing to wallow in filth in a shanty-town or tent city for a lark. For those that have no choice in the matter, however, it's all a lot less of an "experience". Small wonder then, that the chaps in the Happy Place are taking a more than usually jaundiced view of things - there simply aren't enough megatons in the world, cats and kittens...