Episode 65 - There’s a time and place for a pink Richmond

This week, Dunn is discovering the joys of dog ownership, and no, it's not all fetch and cuddles. It's flies. So many flies. There's even a dance involved. Old Mrs Hackett does something absolutely diabolical in a supermarket car park. For the record, she is NOT a thief. Then the big question: are we too old for this now and are we too old to pretend we like certain things? Take the tracksuit. There's no way on earth we're going back to a proper Scouse tracky, and forward rolls and cart wheels? Absolute agony. One word: carpal tunnel. We're not here for tiny portions or cheap wine. Well, Dunn is. But that depends on the taste. We're done with trending clothes and food fads, chicken anything that costs a wing and a leg, and deep-fried nonsense that costs a fortune. NO We no longer run for a bus. And we absolutely refuse to be served food on a plank or a slate. It's a plate. It's always been a plate. We get into the fine art of the full orgasm, it just needs a breather these days. We even share the trick. Here's a clue: give it five minutes in between. We can't be friends with people who don't care about food. We've tried. We can't do it. We're both foodies, and that's a dealbreaker, sorry. Sometimes you just want a dirty sausage sandwich. So we're asking, what's your perfect brekkie?  Thom will tell you what she would do with a Richmond and a pigeon! Dunn has found some magic pants that cool your foof down, the Clam Cooler 3000. pube snag! NO Who else remembers Betterware magazines and all the useless tat your parents bought every single month? And if you're older and you pull a Judgey McJudge Face, well, you have to expect a retort. It's not always the young ones lacking respect, funnily enough. It's really not. Plus all the things we're currently watching, including a deep dive into Greek mythology - NO Ears at the ready