Discontent Provider

As the chaps wind up their dispassionate and forensic analysis of the 2024 Local Elections, a certain melancholy seems to have set in. Does it matter? What will the outcome be in the long-term? We've all enjoyed a malicious chortle - of that there is no doubt - and all the signs point to more to come; yet Foxy finds himself wondering if that's enough. Of course; he's always like that - and could he but speak, the World's Greatest Lurcher would remind him that that is why nobody ever invites the miserable bastard anywhere. Even so...

Fresh from voting, and as suffused with about as much excitement at having exercised that hard-won freedom as you might expect, Foxy and Arkham present the first instalment of a two-part Election Special. Is it too late to prevent computers from destroying Democracy? Could Captain Snort hold his own during widespread Civil Unrest? Will The Silver Fox get murderously drunk and do something profoundly regrettable at 3am? These - and other questions - are delved into as the Nation holds its collective breath prior to the Big Reveal...

Poacher turns gamekeeper this week - it's a figure of speech, we assure you - as Foxy casts off years of antipathy towards those that presumed to know better than him (they didn't) to stand up for teachers. Arkham - who has wisely avoided pedagogues of all kinds - preserves a dignified silence on the matter. Lucky bastard.

This week, the chaps consider the prospect of a Smokeless Future, Foxy tries a psychological experiment that may not be best suited to an audio medium, and both man and dog are left even more doleful than is customary by the thought that Parliament is little more than a posh kindergarten. CW: Listeners of a sensitive nature should be warned that the death-throes of a blues-harp do not make for comfortable listening.

This week, Arkham and Foxy battle a 200-foot-tall cyborg with all lasers coming out of its eyes and that - it also has chainsaws for hands, and can create a sonic boom just by clearing its throat. That's not entirely true - but as this is the Internet, it appears that one can say pretty much anything one damned well likes because nobody ever checks up and nobody is really paying attention anyway. 

In what - quite unexpectedly and organically - turned out to be the finale of a trilogy of sorts, Foxy and Arkham decide that there are an awful lot of things that are genuinely best left alone - and would earnestly encourage you to do the same. It's sort of like that Simpsons Halloween episode when all the corporate mascots come to life - if you think about it, and if Real Life actually does work on cartoon logic.  Which it absolutely fucking does, sadly.

The usual theological Easter musings threaten for a while to distract the chaps from pursuing their avowed intent to tackle the Issues of the Day for a brief moment or two - but they're soon back on track, and ready to point out that what looks like another Government/donor fuckfest doesn't really matter (and may even contain a silver lining - a THIRTY PIECES OF SILVER lining, perhaps? Get that up you, cats and kittens: that's thematic considtency is what that is).

This week, the chaps have the rare opportunity to reflect on some good news for a change, as it turns out that at least some ladies who got fucked by politicians during the 90s just might get better compensation than a few demeaning photo-shoots in the Lads' Mags. Meanwhile, however, things look pretty bleak for another group - will the public take up their cause with the same enthusiasm? AUDIO NOTE: God only knows how, but something happened this week that makes it sound like the Happy Place was visited by a gigantic purring cat. It wasn't though: Foxy might have missed it - blind idiot that he is - but Arkham would certainly have sat up and taken notice.

The chaps are definitely "on one" this week: is it the weather? Is it the tragicomedy of faux democracy? Did they get wound up by something on the television? It's all of those things, Podcast Pals - but it's so much MORE. It's the grotesque forelock-tugging of Royalists; it's the paucity of choice for anyone hoping for change; it's the transparent shitfuckery of a morally-bankrupt Government... Still; connoisseurs of audio entertainment will enjoy the long-awaited return of Foxy's flawless voice-work and mastery of dialect - so at least there's that, eh?

Having spent a few days lost in the far and frozen North, Foxy is even happier than usual to be back in the Happy Place - and even more ecstatic to be reunited with The World's Greatest Lurcher. None of that, however, softens the baleful gaze the chaps cast upon the dastardly disingenuous messages sent out by the UK Government regarding their latest Budget Statement - or anything else, come to that.