The Fun Never Stops

Marc bitches about Jesus the paint company owner/prize idiot. He also explains that he's been called a garbage-collecting fucking pig by an 8-year-old. And it wasn't even his son...

Back with a vengeance. Moaning, complaining, bitching...what the fuck else am I meant to do when having to deal with the array of morons who penetrate my existence?

Marc moans about being stitched up by semi-hippies for drumming classes, Maverick's remarkable academic achievements, and an experience with future Feltham Young Offender Unit graduates...

Marc talks about a recent cocaine find, his ongoing cholesterol issues, and ungrateful clients. And his daughter's ability to bust balls...

Apologies for the wait - here's a re-recording of Friday's effort. The sound quality was affected by a USB adapter from a popular e-commerce business.Anyway, Marc discusses self-absorbed people, tight people, and how much he despises routine.

Marc is trying to calm down. But it's proving to be a challenge. Builders blocking his access, an e-scooter on the pavement when kids are coming out of school, and trying to come to terms with odd traffic regulations. Put simply: The Fun Never Stops...

Gracie has a couple of friends over, and things are noisy and even more dysfunctional than usual...plus, tomorrow Marc has to eat lunch in his office to ensure he doesn't cramp the style of Maverick, who will have a female friend over for lunch...

Marc feels sad for Saka the dog's lack of a functioning scrotal sac, ponders where to holiday this summer, and covers everything from Blippi to people smoking by petrol pumps and painful ribs...

The worms have come to town and Marc is attempting to avoid scratching his bum the way a couple of fathers he knows scratch their groins. He also complains about inconsiderate parkers, uninspiring audiovisual entertainment, and crime podcasts...

Marc gives his take on Brooklyn Peltz Beckham's bombshell and also discusses his gripes about people making false promises to kids and leaf blowers...

Transporting dead bodies from Spain, paying Colombians, and shitty water flooding a house down the road. The ingredients for a great Netflix show...or just an average show like this average podcast...

A bit of everything in the latest edition - Marc covers the weekend events, Gracie's farts, and the stress of getting two kids to help with breakfast for Mum...

Marc and the family make it through to 1.30 am without any serious issues! Marc then reflects on previous New Year's Eve disasters, shows off about fixing a car, and discusses the danger of sparklers and the need for the Beckhams to engage in social media activity...

The kids and wife are back, and jetlagged. Meanwhile, Marc talks Christmas comedies, the darts, freak show sporting events, and wonders why kids had to swim naked at his private school...

Marc goes into full filibuster mode as he discusses several subjects concerning Spain, the UK, and even Darkest Peru...

Marc discloses a little more about his dysfunctional approach to life - specifically, pretending to be on the phone to avoid conversing and interacting with various people...

The podcast must go on - Marc gets just 20 euros back on the 'Gordo' Spanish Christmas lottery. And he tells you how much it'll be to watch Lenny Kravitz play Marbella in 2026...

General rambling about my pitiful existence and why I have hated 2025...