Discontent Provider

As Foxy adjusts to life without coughing fits that come perilously close to bouts of projectile vomiting - and Arkham adjusts to Foxy's adjustments - the chaps take the easy option by dissecting The King's Speech. It doesn't take long: there was probably more meat in the vegan mushroom Wellington that served as Christmas Dinner. Still; gently does it, eh what?

Foxy is rather under the weather - though Arkham remains full of beans, you'll be happy to hear. Unfortunately for those keen on regular audio content, this minor indisposition has led to an Agonising Reappraisal of personal health and wellness; and thus a difficult decision has been reached that means things are going to be rather quiet around the Happy Place for a while. The chaps will be back soon though - you have their word on't.

A gathering storm of Democracy looks set to sweep away the Old Order, and the Establishment's minions are apparently filling their silken undergarments on the hour at the prospect. Small wonder then that the chaps have sought refuge from the political turbulence that an online petition has wrought upon the Nation in their Happy Place. How will all this shake out, they wonder? Change is a-coming, cats and kittens - or, you know, it isn't...

Having been imprisoned by torrential rain over the weekend, Foxy and Arkham find themselves positively giddy with joy to be out and about once more - and with the Culture War's Sugar Plum Fairy sprinkling discord and stupidity hither and yon, they're even more delighted. Join them for an early celebration of all that's base and cretinous about the pre-Festive Season, cats and kittens - and you too will Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day.

A hectic week of terror, despair, and outlandish conspiracy theories leave the chaps weary, breathless, and more than a little shell-shocked - but ultimately defiant - as they vow to maintain their cataract-blurred vigil on the State Of Things this week. Rather melodramatic, obviously; but if there's one thing this week has taught us all, it's that people do enjoy a scary story - be it the End of the World OR people having to pay tax. Chilling, n'est-c'est-ce-pas?

Some sad news causes an unwonted lack of professionalism today as the chaps in the Happy Place come dangerously close to showing a little too explicitly how the sausage is made. In other news: events conspire to form a metaphor as shitty and half-baked as any the Silver Fox has devised as thoughts turn to World War III - which seems to bother people a bit.

The Happy Place resonates to the unusual sounds of celebration this week as the chaps ponder the downfall of two utter shitehawks who claim - with varying (though damned little) degrees of credibility - to have been touched by the Divine. 

Rarely have Foxy and Arkham retreated to the sanctuary of the Happy Place with more alacrity than they have today: it might be a bit chilly and damp - but at least there is nobody there talking about how tip-top it is that America has found its way back to the path of far-righteousness. The chaps are - but of course - pondering the fatal fascination the 'shroom-schlonged narcissist holds for people on both sides of the pond - and as you can imagine, it doesn't take long to crack that particular conundrum...

(ALT TITLE: In Which The Silver Fox Plucks A Low-Hanging Fruit - And A Plump, Over-Ripe, Orange Fruit At That)With everybody facing horrible choices, Foxy and Arkham are feeling a mite hemmed-in by the inevitable today - but still find it within themselves to not only podcast, but to do an unexpected and unprecedented Monday Song. Well; they might not get the chance to serenade Donald Trump again - hopefully.

As the ghouls and monstrances of Hallowe'en recede back to the Poundland nether-hells from whence they came, Foxy and Arkham repair to the Happy Place to consider superstition, tradition, and the untenable position into which so many claim this week's UK Budget has placed them - including the Budgeter. They're too modest and self-effacing to have said it out loud - but their pride in not having resorted to any "Trick Or Treat" phrasing is, if you listen closely as palpable as it is justifiable.