the evening almanac

We chat gigs, we chat Christmas work lunches, we talk TV, and we talk s*x. Yes, that's right, a topic so scandalous I have to give you an asterisk. Basically.

I watched another budget Christmas film, and now I hate this whole idea. Basically.

A review of a gig I did that wasn't great, followed by a fourth Christmas film review that was truly terrible. Essentially.

A quick chat about improv comedy and some stats about the podcast for 2025. Basically.

This was more of a test to see if remote podcasting works. By some miracle, it did. Not sure how, these things never work. Anyway, a slow and quite tired chat with Ben Cosmos as we talk about life, the universe and things they lied to you about.

Fourth time I've tried to record this due to stupid technical hitches. A gig review and a bit about another rubbish Christmas film on Netflix. Mostly.

Not gonna lie, I decided to get this one as it seemed rambling. I very (very!) rarely edit anything as I want everything to be au naturale (that's French for normal). But I edited this, and now it sounds like I drank 4 espressos before talking. Sorry. Essentially.

Something about looksmaxxing and the 'Reviv' mouth guard (aka a myobrace) and then, a look at Hot Frosty, a very serious and important work of art. Bascially,

A kick off of some short review of Netflix Christmas films, starting with 'A Merry Little Ex-Mas' starring Alicia Silverstone. Spoilers included. It's rubbish, but they're all going to be. Basically.

A reflective chat. Basically.

A chat in the park about how we're all getting more stupider. Mostly.

I don't know if these live gig podcasts are any good but here's another. I won't be doing this much as who can be sick with nerves and record a podcast? Essentially.

A gig rundown and a bunch of bullshit about fines. Basically.

A long(ish) chat about ADHD. I know I've done this before, but it felt important, OK? Basically.

Existentialism and sleeping with robots. Basically.

I talk about dating, but not in a red pill mansophere way, more a guilty confession, or something. Basically.

Had a nice gig and listened to some podcasts. Mostly.

A rant about the dream-killing pragmatists out there. Essentially.

This podcast episode is called Different Gravy because when I was leaving the venue last night, some punter shook my hand and said, "That was different gravy". I probably should have mentioned that in the podcast itself. Basically.

Had a gig, went well. Now I think I'll never have another issue with comedy again. Essentially.

Quite a deep chat about popularity and alternative art, man. Basically.

A dog walk and a big rant about chasing your dreams like I'm Tony Robbins or something. Bascially.

I do some haikus (no, really), tell some jokes (I'm a comedian), and we also talk about Chris Langan, the most intelligent man in the world, and his theory of reality called CTMU (no, really really). Essentially.

Just when I thought I was out, they emailed me some nice offers. Also something about your mum and people called Mike. Basically.

A video podcast! I'm sitting on my ned in shades, like some sort of lounge version of Jonathan Meades. If you don't know who he is, he's my biggest inspiration. This may explain a lot, as he isn't even a comedian. Anyway, I'm talking about giving up comedy, but then a small amount of cash changes my mind. Basically.