the evening almanac

A lot about how the old noggin stem is dealing with The Calamity, and a joke. An actual joke.

A slightly more upbeat version of the podcast where I still manage to complain about things, but I do it with a smile. Actually I don't. This is as outwardly happy as I get. I don't need your validation (I very much do, please listen to my podcast).

Post-therapy podcast for the descerning listener. Only joking, no one is practicing discernment listening to this.

This was darker than I hoped, but life can be darker than we hoped. I can't keep delaying doing episodes in case they're dark because unsurprisingly, I'm in a dark place right now. But with the right lighting I can make it look good for the podcast.

This *seems* like I'm bashing women and feminism and all females ever born ever, but actually I'm not at all and I'm actually lamenting about the algorithm. Just in a really cryptic way that makes it seem like I'm bashing women. It's all very clever.

We talk mindset. We talk motivation. We talk mindset. Literally all bases are covered. And mindset. And shampoo.

Look, I'm desperately trying to make this podcast about comedy again, even though there's nothing funny in the entire world. Yes, I'm in a good mental space. Thanks for asking.

Life loves to kick you when you're down, so come out fighting. Tell me how you to do it if you can work it out.

A slightly serious episode because this stuff matters. I hope everyone is doing ok. The radio show is linked here: https://www.ousevalleyradio.com/drama/podcasts/the-green-room/episode/the-green-room-8/

So it turns out I'm a big deal in the fitness community which makes sense and was a inevitability, really.

A slightly too long podcast. Sorry. But look, I'm on a sofa. More chat about life as I slowly look more and more like my Dad.

Just checking in because I've got a mic and it needs to be used. It's Chekhov's Mic. More post-calamity news.

I don't know who I am or even why I'm doing this anymore. Perhaps it's automatic behaviour, like zombies going to the mall in Dawn of the Dead.

An update.

Why is live so hard that people have to bosh back meds? Why did we all do zoom quizzes during the pandemic? Why did I hate school when all they were doing was trying to make me a better person? All this isn't answered, and more, in this new episode of The Evening Almanac. Mostly.

A lovely little chat about DIY and what it means for married men, as well as getting caught podcasting. Basically.

Having a meltdown here for no reason other than I'm an idiot. With a bad haircut. More of that later. Basicially.

Look! Literally, it's a new video podcast. We're talking about living in a simulation and Gola tracksuits. Mostly.

A bit of discussion on life and how being a middle-aged man comes with it's own problems, just like everyone has problems. Basically.

There are too many podcasts, but I've been doing it since 2016 if that means anything. On this episode we talk about the NASA Artemis II launch and how exciting it is but we didn't go to the moon in 1969. I literally know nothing about anything. Essentially.

An existential chat about all things existential. Basicially.

At a gig I did yesterday, there was a very opinionated man who wanted to talk politics. I avoided arguing with him as I'm a brilliant person and better than him, but instead I took it out on this podcast episode, which is sort of like a trauma dump. Sorry and all that. Essentially.

The title of this epside annoys me. And I wrote it. A bit about being a struggling comedian with a bad back, and a weird gig, all spoken about on shiny new equipment. Basically.

Two gigs this week. One good, one didn't really happen because of disruption. Yeah. Basically.

I gig some gigs and no feel like I'm an undiscovered talent, I dunno what to call myself, I bought a Macbook Neo and I confess something. Basically.