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Buckets in!

More Mo Mowlam than Mo Farah, more Orville than Ovette, more Pauline Fowler's growler than Paula Radcliffe, and more Roger De Courcy and Nookie bear than Roger Bannister, this is the 13th episode of the Fourth Worst Podcast on Running, the sporting equivalent of the Joey Deacon Memorial Swim, and it is the Hannover special, a recap of what would be my 100th marathon on my return to the capital of Saxony, a great weekend during which John’s red count went interstellar, as did our beer count as we were joined by Kazoo-masters Keith and Kyla, and Leaky.

We also talk London 2025, the controversy of Russ Cook, running drunk, running hungover, and try our best to annoy a former professional sportsperson, and no Gary Lineker. We have a new game relating to AI generated dolls, as well as your favourites Guess Who, Name that Tune and Fact Hunt.

Enjoy. Or at least pretend to.

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In this episode we were joined by our favourite doctor since Harold Shipman, the wonderful Kath Walker, man bun baiter and expert on all things sports injury related. It is Jackanory time with the first reading of our children's book Stefan Goes to the Running Show, we keep our fingers crossed to see if we win anything at the Fourth Worst Podcast on Running Awards, hear from Colin Jackson, play Name That Tune - Kazoo Edition, bash runfluencers for being c#nts (as per), we take questions from the fans and showcase the shouty musical talents of the Meat Sweaters.

We also learned that Lew has Viking Hand Syndrome, no one thinks gait analysis at a sports clothing store is a good idea, nor are ice baths for sports recovery, and that Nike are pricks for their Pegasus marketing stunt.

You get classic Parkrun Tourism, a joke about Shamima Begum, Beethoven playing at John's first wedding, and Crazy Jimbo sleeping standing up, and there is a MASSIVE fact hunt. Truly cavernous. Cavernous. Cavernous. (That was an echo. See what I did there?)

Tune in, tune out, and enjoy. But don't take it too seriously. It's only a laugh.

Evening Bill, and thank you marshal.

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Somehow we are back from the darkest reaches of the north, smelling like knock-off jaeger and nan's old chair. We look back in anger at 2024, when Baz was guilty of partaking in the posh PE, John refused to wear period pants, Rach tripped over thin air, I left without saying goodbye and Lew had a very long wee.

We talk kissing men with OBEs (under the radar), the most drunk man at midnight mass, a potential dog Doris, googling thumb extensions and much much more including:

• Parkrun Tourism
• An overly lengthy recounting of Rachel's birthday party weekend
• Guess Who?
• Would You Rather?
• Bandit Clothing
• Abbott's milking the cash cow til it's udders run dry
• Carrot
• The Fourth Worst Running App
• and Fact Hunt

before finally saying fuck you 2024 and hellooooo to 2025 over a jug of something festive as we all sing Africa by Toto.