Episode 69 - When they put the line were the hood is

This week's anagram: Floppy Shit Bag. Good luck with that.

This episode is a public service for anyone whose partner is slowly morphing into an unreasonable old person. We're gently coaxing ours back from the brink before they topple off the wall of panic over absolutely nothing and become fully fledged Blind Bellends.

Elsewhere, we discuss a waxing offer we're not convinced we want, and Dunn has a clear out down below and reports back on feeling considerably lighter for it. We also confirm that going white round the edges is perfectly normal, upstairs and downstairs.

We run through all the things we've never done or been part of (turns out we're quite square), and ask how your house knows you're desperate for the loo and makes the key take forever. You'll also get some new names for your bum hole (you're welcome) and the coded phrases people used to whisper when your petticoat was showing.

Then it's barrel pants, and why the people not wearing them have far more opinions than the people who are. Thom suggests we all go shopping together, which would be a disaster but excellent content. The GRWM videos, though, can stay in the bin. We don't care.

We also decode [Grear Widl], which turns out to be the same old thing with a shiny new name, and admit that a cock and balls graffitied on a wall is still funny in our 50s.

Strap in. It's like having your mates round for a glass of wine, only nobody has to hoover first.