Justin plumbs new depths of grumpiness while Stu rediscovers time-honoured pro-procrastination techniques. Both ramble on and on.

NEW Pry-bar updates! For real. A rapid-fire episode, brought to you by hiccups and thunderstorms.

The pry bar and the Nero’s firm are ever-present. JT has a hole punch that can kill people.

Where has all the trust gone? Oh - and there’s a war on. Which is nice.

Marriage. What could possibly go wrong?

At the tender age of 55, Stu discovers that parenting is hard. Justin sighs.

Justin and Stu accidentally frighten the bejesus out of themselves as they consider the admin load of death.

Justin and Stu swap acronyms and jargon. Medical versus Accountancy. Nobody has a clue what anyone else is talking about. Business as usual, then.

A palate cleanser after the heavy vibe of last week’s show. (And another plug for the classic movie (Justin’s favourite) Love Actually.)

Two bewildered old men try to work out addiction and how best to deal with it. People dying on our streets. Is that the best we can do?

JT and Stu walk through their goals for 2026 (and try to outdo each other in grumpiness).

Stu’s grumpy. JT is getting into leather.

Stu’s confused. People study online, work online, even date online. Where do we expect younger folk to learn people skills?

JT is in a Christmas mood - as long as Christmas comes exactly as specified...

Mobile phones are essentially supercomputers, that do memes too. Damned by faint praise?

Whoop! What is it? Why is it?

Justin poses a profound question on the Choice of Heracles, Stu responds with Tom & Jerry (although in a marginally less sibilant fashion than last week).

The Giggle Bros get chatty about death. How jolly.

Justin is keeping his wheels and boosting Ring sales. Stu’s not doing very much at all.

Stu wants a medal for well, walking a bit and Justin wants more time for hobbies and more money for less work.