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He was a skater boy
She said, "See you later, boy"
He wasn't good enough for her
Now he's a super star!

It is three men down as a snuffly John Kennedy dials in from Welsh Wales between visits from his hefty African chambermaid, in which she checks his eunuch themed race kit, i.e. the equivalent of a game of spot the ball, Lew has technical issues and coughs a lot in Cheshunt and Baz limps painfully around his country estate post Amersham ultra hunting pheasant.

There is minimal juicing this week as we bring you up to speed on all things internet related. Apparently you can get it on computers now. And we welcome very special guests in the shape of the King and Queen of the Kazoo to explain to John what AI is, glasses are, and then what AI glasses are. We are also struck by the profundity of the latest works of a formerly disgraced online celebrity, consider a 2 day London marathon and the purchasing of wicked wicked incredible General Levy related race gear.

So join us as we hit warp factor 5 in Shatner Panties, prep badly for 100K of Race to the Stones, and try to listen in to the greatest musical spectacle since Ashlee Simpson's lip sync fail on Saturday Night Live.

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Take this down, Joe Wicks!

In this episode Gazitude gets banned by England Athletics for pushing a 10 year old into a canal, and Lew doubles his body weight with cheesy mash for every meal in Jamaica. Darren wears an XXXXXXXXL compressport top and matching Shatner Panties, as John and Baz sell moody podcast Fruit of the Loom merch out the back of the Gypsy, and all this whilst our favourite flumpfluencer takes 6 gels and 85 minutes to run 10k! 6! 85! Get a grip and take this down, Rocky Dennis.

Sort your chin out, son!

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Harrow! Up Ski Sunday, Aba Daba Doo, and Hakuna Matata, mother fuckers and bah! humbug! from Osvaldo hook hands Clarke Lewis shirt-cocking a canal race tee as we launch into the festive period like runfluencers posting about finding it's too hot in Valencia.

Since last time out Baz has turned into the Laird of the manor, flat cap, tweed waistcoat and paisley cravat, John has upgraded his phone to a Nokia 8210, and I am a whim away from singing The Lion Sleeps Tonight and using the Family Fortunes XX noise to count the Guinness World records of Hull Boy, that mad NZ lawyer and the ginger attention seeker.

In this episode we plan 2026 including Baz's first 100K on turmeric, reflect on a slow as Same Head United 2025 and play a game of Juicing Kenyans. The fan favourite Facebook Parkrun Tourism group returns and is just as dumb as ever, the Kazoos of Keith and Kyla perform a sporting medley, and there is a HUGE sweaty fact hunt to take us into the cheeriest of Christmas songs to close with.

Happy Kwanza, chag hannukah sameach, fucking Gump and Merry Christmas from us and Mr Kock.