Joe gets in a few tricky spots this week, and that’s before he ends up in a chokehold in the pub.

He was up to his old tricks and got spotted by an eagle eyed Stall It listener, who was good enough to pass that information on to us. Let this become the start of a trend.

We have more surreal examples of people being caught watching porn in public, and it’s changed the way Joe thinks about the oldest generation.

There’s a scathing criticism of something Joe has done recently, from one listener who is outraged and promising McGucken has given up his hopes of making it to heaven.

We hear dreams of robot back scratchers and a listener uncovers a long lost piece of cinema horror we've been waiting for.

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Is Mr Tayto in fact the alter ego of one of Ireland’s most famous broadcasters?

James Joyce’s letters to his wife, which are not on TikTok and therefore brand new to Darren Conway.

A content warning here, in case you needed one, but (thanks to James Joyce) there is some stuff in this episode that is absolutely not suitable for younger ears. Please, please don’t play this around the kids.

A listener sends us his own news report on the previously imagined assassination of Darren and paints for us a picture of a community in mourning – while also freaking out Mr. Conway.

Glitches in the matrix that Joe should have spotted, from an unseasonable stew to a bizarre party bear in the middle of the flats.

A fact checking of Eoin causes hysterical giddiness, and we have a deluge of criticism for Joe coming from listeners, which we’re only too happy to encourage.

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Is it better to have a perfect memory, or the ability to forget any moment we choose? Somehow this ends up with a reminiscence of rotisserie chickens and half pounds of brawn.

We get an offer of an archaeological escapade that seems too good to turn down – but will probably be turned down.

There’s word of a petition to bring classic ice creams back to the their former glory, and we have to be pulled back from falling down a deep hole of chat on crisps and ice creams.

And ultimately we fall so far that Eoin wonders if this may be our worst episode ever, but Darren firmly believes it one of the best ever. Listen and decide for yourself.

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Would it make the news if Darren was assassinated in the studio? How big would his funeral be? Would al of Finglas weep for their loss? Would influencers take over the ceremony?

Would Joe climbing Mount Everest make the news? Is oxygen while climbing the world’s tallest peak little more than modern day softness?

The comments section on the podcast has taken off in popularity, and to reward that newfound engagement we’re going to field some of them. Darren takes great offence to one that comes after his driving skill.

We wander into a cul de sac of researching cannibalism through the ages, from humans to animals – and Joe is accusing all animals of being guilty of the worst of behaviour.

That leads us to hearing about the youngest rulers of empires throughout history, some tyrannical, some hysterical and (somehow) we end up fact checking if there were sharks in the colosseum.

Joe has been delving into the deepest waters of trash reality TV once again, and once again brings us his personal review of his latest obsession – this time it’s on a boat, with ignorant millionaires berating a hard working crew.

Darren announces his retirement from the vlogging circuit, to great public despair.

And we wonder if it is illegal to watch porn in a pub, or just hugely frowned upon.

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As usual, we get some questions that leave us exasperated and confused – thank you for them.

Darren admits he’d love nothing more than lasers in his eyes and it emerges he has a strange fixation with punching walls – or having the ability to do it anyway.

We field a question about a sunburned bullock and a flimsy excuse, and display a general ignorance of the farming life.

Darren tries to use the podcast to finagle his way into a sponsorship deal with a very particular sponsor, and some that have us blackening the reputation of many animal species.

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Joe finds himself in yet another curious situation, as a local priest makes good on a seven-year promise to call over to play the PlayStation. And Joe, somehow, manages to make it utterly underwhelming for the visiting Father living out his lifelong dream.

Darren’s tale of eight frozen chickens in his ma’s freezer leads us into the peculiar world of cryogenic freezing and bizarre mountain town festivals celebrating the (almost) dead.

Joe admits his boxing career may be over before it really got going, as the fear of life in the ring dawns on him.

Darren brings us back to Las Vegas as we hear of his wedding at the hands of an Elvis impersonator, and how he made an artform of the haggle to save every cent he could.

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After his controversy and shame of aligning himself with Margaret Thatcher last week, Darren has been riding the bus in an attempt to re-establish his credentials as a man of the people.

We have questions about an Irish Stonecutters secret society, from the fringe benefits to a weekly song of worship to the leader.

One listener strikes back at Joe’s criticism, and proposes a new nickname for McGucken.

And Darren is happy to debunk a myth about the number of hands he has.

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We start off with a reminiscence on Joe’s favourite Peugeot hatchback and quickly find ourselves in a spiral of illuminati accusations against one another.

Joe goes schmoozing at the very top of the celebrity pile, and in the process discovers Darren has a famous fan of his vlogs. But even with all of that schmoozing Joe can’t track down his greatest target, as Barry eludes him suspiciously well in a very small town.

Darren thinks he’d like to get back on the film festival circuit, so he’s sketching a blueprint for a gangster epic to bring him awards glory, and we wonder who would be the dream celebrity companion for a few pints.

We hear a tale of Darren laying down the law with some wedding crashers, and your suggestions come in for where Darren should go to continue his life as a travel vlogger – there’s a surprisingly high percentage of requests to abandon him on a cold, wet rock in the north Atlantic.

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