Barry keeps getting interupted by the council cutting the grass, Hayley is hot and sweaty, we both have a terribly quiet gig, and we look into the application process for Virgin Island.

Hayley has a friends reunion is a spa town and attracts the local barflies and Barry tries to pull a fast one on an Italian.

One from the vaults due to half term, going waaaaay back to when Barry actually tried a fat jab (which he wasn't allowed) and Hayley putting a hole in the ozone layers for lols (also not allowed). Plus our hot tips for the Edinburgh Fringe.

Ball ironing, dying on your arse, dogs called Kevin and far, far worse.

Every fancied attaching a car to your privates? This is the episode for you.

Inventing gigs and the birds and the bee's in this tension packed episode

Hayley's birthday "special", Barry tries to understand the Tate brothers and a listener has a mattress issue....

Worries made worse, Barry upsets a bloke with an odd name, Hayley hoodwinks a pensioner. Standard.