September 11, 2017
Brenda very worried about the effects of Irma. She has relatives in the Caribbean and is convinced by the mystic numerolgical connections between these two 9/11 events and the dark forces at play both then and now.
Meanwhile, I'm more concerned with the disintegration of my cheap and cheerful (if by cheerful you mean creating misery to the delicate biosystems of the planet) Tesco UK supermarket Pan Scourers available in a 5 pack at £1.50.
Also, great to see the RAF carrying boxes out of a Hercules, one by one. Great photo op, lads. How about using a forklift next time rather than having numerous men carrying individual boxes of Crawfords Cheddars and Peak Freans Christmas Puds out of the aircraft.
Plus, Brenda's darkest theories about clearing out the Paradise Islands of the Carib folk, to prepare a WWIII retreat for Blair and all the other swivel eyed loons.
September 4, 2017
Wearisome discussions on Brexit have caused me to look elsewhere for news. Trump and sabre rattling and Kim Jong Wilde are causing much anxiety. Or are they?
Plus Nick Clegg comes through in his latest seance on Radio 4 Today programme, still tapping out his angst about Brexit.
August 29, 2017
Police INSIST they can't be sure that the toxic cloud (that caused no one any great problems) probably, although they can't be sure, weighing up no evidence whatsoever except having glanced at a weather app on the Super's Alcatel smartphone, did NOT originate from France. There you have it. When the police insist on something that they can't confirm with any certainty, you know that they have lost all touch with reality and just want to use the word insist at a press conference because it sounds like one of those confidence inspiring words. We insist...
Stick to the facts, ma'am.
Plus a patchy vox pop programme from Manchester and the lugubrious, unvaried rent-a-Manc delivery of 'poet' Andrew McMillan, who sounds like a Vauxhall Conference version of Roger McGough some weeks after his death.
August 21, 2017
Fat Barry returns to the mic to discuss the weirdly Orwellian hate guidelines that Alison Saunders, head of the CPS, not the DPP, pops up to promulgate in the absence of parliament and the big bongs.
Is the sound of one hand clapping actually two hands clapping if I perceive it to be so?
Bit of an unscripted ramble, once again, so don't get your hopes up.
Feel free to leave hate filled / love filled comments as appropriate or maybe something in between. Like mild dislike or contempt, which will, nevertheless, extend your sentence, so beware!
Fat Barry should burn in hell.
Bit rude that. Is it because I'm white or fat, or a scientologist? Or a ginge?
August 8, 2017
Silly season continues with the shade of Mary Whitehouse and her time tunnel pushing our noses into the moribund moral outrages of 1973. Vicars writing in about a controversial scene in the pretty revamp of the dull 1973 tv series Poldark in which a vicar sucks the toe of a prostitute. No mention of the Duchess of York and her propensity for cheesy big one. Did an Equerry from South Fork phone up the BBC duty officer, or is someone after a security contract in Uzbekistan? Who knows. Meanwhile, the Today programme continues to do its damnedest to scupper Brexit even further. Ah, well, listen to the horoscopes... there's something for everyone. Spookily voyeuristic.
Brenda's back in Barbados and Barry's a bit snappy having lost his first take thanks to an over hasty snatch-out of his SD card from his trusty recorder.
August 2, 2017
Silly season stuff so I've devoted myself to getting the horoscopes back on an even keel, using Brenda's bag of crystals to open my third eye. Also, I make mention of Gyles Brandreth and Ruby Wax who both popped up on BBC Radio 4 Today programme to sell whatever it was they were selling this time, apart from their souls of course, which went on gumtree years ago. Oh, it was Wax selling the idea that her unfunny posh daughters are funny and Brandreth piping up from inside Prince Philip to speak of his incredible number of diary engagements since the 3rd Afghan war.
July 28, 2017
Brenda says I have a gift. A sere's gift that can divine the future and leave my audience gasping at my prescience.
Now listeners, I share that gift with you.
July 26, 2017
Fat Barry here again. Back from Almeria and casting an investigatory eye over the BBC wages as recently published. All your high octane favourites like Kemal Ahmed and Nick Knowles and that one out of Causality that Brenda likes. Plus the mystery of Steve Wright, Letitia and Adam, and a haunted static near the old East Enders compound. Tickets to Althorp pronounced 'Fleece the proles' are available via Julian Fellowes wearing a high viz tabard at the entrance to the car park. Gillian Taylforth has been hired by Earl Spencer as part of her commitments to the Beeb, and can be seen flitting through the gloaming dressed in an apricot organza shift, on Diana's sacred isle in a moving son et lumiere. Thrill as the lights on the isle dim as she learns to use her Dodie for the first time. Meanwhile, Chris Evans' wage? Hello? And Alan Yentob's? He's only ever had 4 viewers so it must be connected to the Scotch Egg incident. Ciao!
July 17, 2017
Hi Fat Barry here, and a bit demob happy.
We've had the unconvincing PR from the Prevent strategy, and a man from Teesside School of Hairdressing and Goose Stepping Studies telling us that Brexiteers are but a few steps away from growing a small moustache and buying a half-track on eBay. Take home thoughts from yours truly, are: don't go to A&E with a copy of American Psycho or they'll have you in a Prevent reprogramming camp or continental laager quicker than you can say 'Damian Green's shell suit'.
I'm now on summer recess. But, faithful listener, look out for my new series of guided meditations for the stressed northern showerhouse executive.
July 15, 2017
A repeat of one of last weeks eps. Doesn't seem to have grafted onto my feed, as we say in the technical world of podcasting.