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This is it! The END! After this, there can be no further episodes of the Wabsnazsm Podcast. For sixteen years, this has been the World's least favourite online audio endeavour and as such, it's time to smother the beast and allow it to go out in grace and gentility.   Consider this a compendium of calamity as we trawl through some good bits, decent bits and bloody awful bits. Are we sad to see it...

I’ve always been difficult to please. TV, Music and despite being a vegetarian, vegetables. It might come as little or no surprise to learn that I am incapable of making a podcast about the veggies that I don’t like. I scrapped the idea and went for the easy option of piecing together a show featuring the sort of music that I don’t like. The great and the good get slashed to ribbons in this no hol...

It's a crazy World at the moment, isn't it? Filled with madness, fear and too many flavours of crisps. It can be bewildering, daunting and downright terrifying.  Don't fret because you have arrived at the Wabsnazsm Safe Space. You can relax. Don't worry about that enduring sense of dread. That will still be there tomorrow morning but come with me now as we seek solace in 'the safe space.'

Oh, does our host sound a little blue? Well, maybe a bit but then he's also showing fairly well on the "Chipper Chart" so don't worry about it. This has got a varied bunch of words, notes and a small mystery noise. Can you hear it? If you identify it, you might just win some cherries.

By the power invested in me, Wabsnazsm presents: Mary, Mungo and Midge in "The Great Escape Plan!" Starring in their first new episode since 1969, we follow an ordinary talking dog and flute playing mouse as they plot to escape the humdrum world of Mary's playroom....once and for all.

One day, it was decided that I should make an overnight trip to France and so, without sleep or any kind of foresight, I embarked on my adventure. I arrived at 04:00 hrs in a France which was, by and large, still firmly asleep. Hear my desperate strolling right here and don't be tempted to try it by my triumphant tones. (There is a much longer cut of this available. Click the link below for furthe...

Oh, there you are! I've been waiting but I had my doubts that you'd turn up. This is Britain's least popular podcast and as such, we're in for a rough ride this time!  A bad tempered and grumpy podcast featuring... annoyance, refreshments and admonishments.  Dive in or sod off...

Another day, another walk on the mild side. We stroll at an exciting pace towards Hove whilst bravely tackling the elements. A man, a microphone and a screw top pot of sausages. Join me for a walk, especially if you are housebound. It'll be fun.

Light a votive candle for a dear fallen comrade. It finally happened and in such a manner as to be perfectly in keeping with the bizarre lifespan of your old friend. Death is never quite the end and here we have an exemplar of the fact that whilst a memory lingers, a human may live on beyond the sparkle of dimly visible stars. Oh, and always watch where you are treading.

I'm going to level with you, I've been a musical snob for way too long. Whatever nebulous aspect of cool that I was clinging to has blown away on a winter's roaring storm...  This podcast lifts the covers on my "other" musical tastes and leaves me open to public opprobrium and outrage but I no longer care. Take a deep breath and sink into the musical mire...

Finally, I have succumbed to the dreaded Covid. I decided that, in my fevered state, I'd make an audio diary of proceedings. I had a grim time, as I am sure you can imagine. Anyway, come and get some heavy viral action... WABSNAZSM VS COVID!

Every week or so, I get to stay in a tiny room with a massively loud cistern system and elderly neighbours chewing Werther's originals. This cannot and will not quell my propensity towards unpleasantly loud and amateurish music. This edition of the podcast is here to save me from going off of my nut and to further shift the waxy build up in your inner ear. I ought to take this opportunity to say "...

I don't know when the last official edition of Bod was made. Some time in the dim and distant past and that troubled me. What on Earth have the characters been up to since we last checked in on them? Did they follow their dreams, fall in love or merely stand around chucking fruit about? It's most probably the fruit, isn't it? Of course, it is. So, I decided to check in on our old chums from way ba...

Dogs die in hot cars, right? I can fully appreciate that as I recorded this confection in a Suzuki Wagon R with the windows closed. Even Prince Andrew would have perspired a little... Anyway, the tunes are as hot as the vehicle so get up from your comfy chair and dance like Michael Parkinson.

It's been almost a year and the nation's nerves are shredded. As ever, the Wabsnazsm podcast is here to plunge the needle of hope deep into your bicep. We don't know what we're doing and it's guaranteed to hurt but it's worth a shot, right? Whether it's Pfizer or Tizer, what have you got to lose?

The first Monday of the year 2021 and I'm cold, wet and on the move... Nobody noticed the lanky tosser with the microphone and that allows us a unique view of a listless life of lockdown. I have stupid hair and a dripping set of eyebrows. Listen for as long as you can stand it.

As embarrassing as it might seem, we ALL use the toilet. Yes, even YOU! But somewhere out there, there's a secret army of people who clean up after your emergency trip to the bog and here is a brief account of a day in the life of one such person. The date in question was 10th September, 2001. Everybody knows where they were when "9/11" happened but here's what became of me on "9/10".

Welcome along to a dive into the deeply dirty world of Punk Rock... Open all of the windows and play this one loudly enough to get you evicted. It'll be worth it, I promise. Ladies, Gentlemen and everyone else, it's the Wabsnazsm Podcast Punk Rock Extravaganza!

In a desperate attempt to make sense of the sounds within my head, I have flurried this podcast together with haste and hatred. It contains many of the tunes that befuddled, bedraggled and bifurcated my aching young brain during my childhood. You may enjoy some of it, you will certainly hate parts of it but I never chose these tunes, they chose me. May the sounds linger and drive you mad too.

Wandering along Hove Seafront. Suddenly, out of the blue.... (You'll just have to listen to find out what happened next.)