Sh**ged Married Annoyed - Ep 176. Out of Office
Episode Date: July 15, 2022This week on the podcast Chris & Rosie share some unused QFTP’s and they do not disappoint! There's a slightly disturbing holiday story, a bouji hairdresser, a sex egg and a stinky drawer. Enjoy Sma...s and Das! Become a member at https://plus.acast.com/s/sma. https://plus.acast.com/s/sma. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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Witness the birth of evil.
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Mother of what?
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Hello, you're listening to Shagamode Annoyed
with me, Rosie Ramsey, and my husband, Christopher Ramsey.
Yeah, but I'm not here.
And I'm not here.
Neither of us are here.
We're not in the country, actually.
We're on our holidays.
Yeah, booked it, packed it, fucked off.
Yeah, to reference the great Peter Kay.
So yeah, this is a collection of the unused questions from the public.
They get unused because basically we read so many each week
just to make each other laugh, and then we always go too long,
and our wonderful, wonderful producer, Daisy,
saves them up for situations just like this,
when we're...
Sitting on we're arses,
bathing in sun...
Right, no, I mean, what holiday are you on?
Because I'm on the holiday with two children under six.
Yeah, but you and your mum are there, so I'll be...
Sitting on me arse,
bathing...
No?
No, you can absolutely swivel.
None of us will be sitting on our arse.
I'll take a book,
I'll read three pages of it.
Good.
And then I'll be jealous of everyone
around the pool with grown-up kids.
Right.
Wishing their life away
for a full week.
Rafe, why can't you swim yet,
you useless little prick?
Wow.
Wow.
Rosie Ramsey
ruining holidays
before they've began
so there we go
but the sun's lovely
it's nice to be in the sun
it's nice to feel the sun
on your skin
he's trying his best
bless him
got to swim
yeah
clearly I'm joking
he's bloody lush
he's the joy of my life
he's
you're allowed
to slag off
your kids
yeah
other people aren't
but you are
absolutely not
if anyone did
I would punch them
but I can
and he's not a prick
he's lovely
he's my prick
little prick
sometimes
sometimes
yeah
sometimes a little prick
but yeah
out on holidays
if you're on your holiday
hope you're having a lovely time
yeah
and here's
some unused questions
enjoy
enjoy
sorry if they're rude
we've got no idea what they are.
No idea at all. Bye. Bye.
We had a fight about
the jingle. Jingle.
We couldn't settle on a
jingle. Jingle.
So this is the jingle.
Jingle. Jingle.
We hope you like the jingle.
Jingle.
Jingle.
Jingle Babadoo babadoo babadoo Jingle Hi Rosie and Chris
Please keep me anonymous as I have quite an important job
Oh fucking la-di-da
That requires some decorum
Okay
What do you think they do?
I don't know
What's an important, what's a really important job that nobody can know about this?
An important job that requires decorum
Teacher
Doctor
Yeah but they wouldn't have said that, would they?
Decorum.
An important job that requires decorum.
Barrister, solicitor, lawyer.
One of them three.
One of them.
Barrister, solicitor, lawyer.
Something clever.
Something, yeah.
But not dangerous like, you know, kids and that.
I don't know.
Eh?
I don't know.
Right.
I just immediately thought of like a butler
for a famous family.
Something to call them,
elbows off the table.
Right, okay,
so we've got an important job.
In brackets,
what happens in the bedroom
is between two consenting adults
and only their business.
Where's that come from?
That's what they've said.
Why has she said that?
Well, she just said,
because she,
and she said,
oh yeah,
and your many, many listeners,
oops. Oh, okay, okay. Sorry, it just came from nowhere. she said that well she just said hey you're she she yeah and she said oh yeah and your many many listeners oops
oh right okay
sorry it just came from nowhere
yeah
before I start my story
I just want to tell you
that what happens in the bedroom
is right anyway
okay
so the background
right
I live in a quiet cul-de-sac
of one story glories
wow yeah
important point for later
cool
at the time of this story
my husband and I
had been married for about seven years
and we are of the middle-aged persuasion.
Okay.
Middle age, is that about 40, 45?
I don't know.
When I was younger, I thought middle was 50
because I thought you lived until you were 100
and then you died.
No, not everybody does.
Maybe 50 is middle age.
I don't know.
No, 50 is not middle age.
It depends how old you are.
I'd say 40 because 80...
Middle age is fucking stupid because it depends how long you live.
Yeah, well, I once said I was middle age at 30,
and people have got absolute shit for it.
Well, yeah, you can't say that.
But I don't know.
I don't say anything anymore.
Middle age is whatever you want it to be.
Listen, should we just work it out in Roman numerals?
Yes.
Our neighbours are an elderly couple.
Let's call them Bev and Bov
Bob
you've fucked up
some reading in your time
but not reading
the word Bob
properly
Bov
Bev and Bov
wow
Bev and Bov
Bev and Bov
oh
Bev and Bov
are we Bev is in a wheelchair and Bob is one of Bev and Bob. Christ alive. Are we?
Bev is in a wheelchair
and Bob is one of those types of neighbours
that the minute you leave your front door,
he's out there wanting to discuss the weather
and to point out that your gutter needs cleaning.
Okay.
Yes.
Okay, got you.
My husband and I like to play in the bedroom.
Nothing too adventurous, in brackets,
no Batman costumes or leaping off of wardrobes.
I remember that so well.
Disappointing.
We just like to have fun and laugh
and so one day
we decided to try out
a remote controlled egg
okay
I love egg
I've heard a couple of egg stories
on the podcast
and so you are familiar
with the fact that
it is an egg shaped device
that is inserted up
the ladies cave
and vibrates
at the bequest of the person
with the remote controlled
ladies cave
cave nice that cave that's nice that's not nice it's terrifying do you think at the bequest of the person with the remote control of a woman's ladies cave. Cave?
It's nice that.
Cave?
That's nice.
That's not nice, it's terrifying.
Do you think?
Jesus.
It's very dog over there.
Cave.
For a long weekend in the summer, we enjoyed playing with it around the house
and my husband even set it off when we were sat in the local pub beer garden,
sitting at a picnic table and the vibrations made people look up at their phones thinking they had received a text. Of course the most fun was had at home in the privacy of
our bedroom. All innocent fun and not hurting anyone or so we thought. A few days later one
evening we get a knock at the door. My husband goes to answer it and I hear him mumbling and
think nothing of it. When he comes back into the living room his eyes are watering and he's trying not to laugh. I finally get it out of him. Bob was the person at the door looking tired and pissed off. He asked
my husband if we had a new TV. My husband says no why? At this point thinking that the TV was a bit
loud and maybe annoying Bob and his wife. Are you sure says Bob or maybe a new CD player or radio?
No says my husband. Bob huffs and looks like he
doesn't believe him fuck off have you anything new that is remote controlled I've just worked
out what this is well at this point my husband was thinking about tech and just shook his head
what's the problem mate he asked Bob it turns out that the neighbor's doorbell is wireless and for the last few days it just keeps going off
bob has been up and down like a yo-yo answering the door to find nobody is there
annoyed as an understatement and was even going to call the police as he thought was knocking
knocking runners that's a new one his son-in-law suggested that it might be his TV remote setting off his doorbell
and to try to see if that was the problem.
Spoiler alert, it wasn't his TV remote.
We had that in our old house.
It was on the same frequency as the neighbours.
We had to get a new one.
Yes.
Thank goodness that my husband was a bit slow that evening
as his reaction was genuine bewilderment
until he closed the front door and then it came to him in a flash our egg must be the culprit
whenever we played with it we were setting off his doorbell and making him get up to answer the
door to no one worse still being a bungalow and our bedroom is quite close to his front door
closer than if we were two-story so it must have been happening well into the night.
Oh no.
Poor Bob.
Poor Bob.
We ceased using it and the next time we saw Bob,
we asked if he was having any more problems with the doorbell.
No, seems to have fixed that goodness.
Oh wow.
The egg has retired to the fun box until he starts to annoy us.
Oh.
Poor Bob.
I'm glad they stopped using it because there's a lot of people who would be like,
oh fuck you, change your doorbell. I'm glad they stopped using it because there's a lot of people who'd be like, oh, fuck you,
change your doorbell.
I'm glad they
stopped using it.
imagine though
because it would
ruin the fun
because you'd be like,
every time it went off
you'd just be thinking
of Bob answering
his door.
It's not very sexy
I don't think.
It is funny.
Oh,
God,
ringing the doorbell
thinking no one
was coming.
Someone was coming
but they weren't
coming to your door.
No,
absolutely not. They were coming, but they weren't coming to your door. No, absolutely not.
They were coming next door, actually.
Hi, Chris and Rosie.
While listening on my walk today,
I decided that I needed to email you
with my experience of looking after my sister's hamster,
Hang Tight.
Hang Tight.
Is that the name of the hamster?
No.
Right.
Do you remember the song?
Hanging tough.
No.
Hang Tight's a good name for a hamster. Hang Tight. Do you think it is? Hanging tough. No. Hang tight's a good name for a hamster.
Hang tight.
Do you think it is?
Don't know.
It's absolute shit.
What are you talking about?
Hang tight.
What would you call a hamster then?
Rusty.
I wasn't prepared for you.
I wasn't prepared for you to have that name ready so quickly.
It's what my hamster was called.
Rusty.
Do you know what my hamster was called?
What?
Henrietta.
Of course it was.
When I was around 16 years old, my dad and sister went on holiday and I was left at home
and asked to look after my sister's hamster.
I willingly obliged.
How hard could it be?
One morning I went downstairs and looked in the hamster's cage to see that it wasn't moving
and looked extremely lifeless.
In a panic, I remembered that when bees are lifeless,
you should give them a teaspoon of sugar water
to bring them back to life.
I mean, totally different species.
What the fuck?
I know, I can see where she's coming from.
No, you can't.
She's thinking he is dehydrated and in need of a sugar boost.
No, all right then.
I get it.
Right, all right.
So I was walking along the riverbank
and there was a fish flopping around, almost lifeless, on then, good. I get it. So, I was walking along the riverbank and there was a fish flopping around
almost lifeless on the riverbank.
Yeah, get the defibrillator out.
Throw it back in the fucking river.
You wouldn't give it a spoonful of sugar water.
Do a species-specific thing.
Okay.
Dickhead.
Well, she's only 16.
She's a dickhead.
She's a 16-year-old dickhead.
I quickly went in the kitchen,
put some sugar on a teaspoon,
mixed it with a little water
and then went back
into the living room
to feed it to the hamster.
I put my hand in the cage,
woke the hamster up
and fed it the sugar water.
It was asleep.
It sounds like it.
I woke up the hamster.
The dead and still lifeless hamster was insisting on running on its wheels,
so I held it still and forced the sugar water down its throat.
This will make you better.
Idiot.
It absolutely wolfed it down.
Feeling like some kind of Dr. Dolittle, I went upstairs to get ready for the day.
A short while later,
I came back downstairs to check on the hamster
to find him violently shaking in
his cage. In a further panic
and at this point clearly not thinking straight,
I thought that he might be shaking
because he was cold.
What the fuck did she do?
Rosie, I don't even want to hear what she did.
I don't even want to hear.
So I put him in a cup of boiling water. I don't want to hear what what she did. I don't even want to hear it. So I put him in a cup of boiling water.
I don't want to hear what this woman did to this poor baby.
Do you not want to hear?
No, I do.
Okay.
I found my dad's woolly hat from the cupboard under the stairs,
put the hamster inside the woolly hat,
and then put it on top of the radiator to warm up.
Oh my God.
Whilst I watched a film.
Oh my God.
Whilst I watched a film.
What the fuck?
This person's a psychopath.
I took a photo of the cute hamster as a memory for myself to look back on
and remember what a great job I had done caring for it whilst it was sick.
Oh my God.
After the film had finished, I went back to the radiator to check on the hamster
in said woolly hat to find it hot and dead.
Of course, of course it was hot and dead.
You lunatic.
Feeling absolutely mortified and not like Dr. Doolittle Lowell,
I quickly put it back in its cage and decided that I would let my sister find it dead
when she returned from her holiday
and I would deny all knowledge of there ever being anything wrong with it.
When my dad and sister returned from their holiday,
they did indeed find it dead in the cage and thought
it had passed from natural causes what my dad also found though was the photo i took of the hamster
and the hat on the radiator which he decided to post on his facebook in the album my family
which he captioned feeling cozy and comfortable i didn't have the heart to tell my dad or sister
that the hamster must have been dead when this photo was taken, and he had in fact shared a photo of a dead hamster on his Facebook page.
Oh my God.
Why has he put that on his Facebook page?
That is so bad.
I'm so sorry.
That is so bad.
Is that really bad?
I don't know.
Oh, God.
Poor, poor.
What a stupid fucking idiot.
If it makes you any better, she said,
all I do, I know that I will not
be buying a hamster
for my children
when I have them
so
don't have children
she's never gonna get
the duvet
no no
sorry
no I'm not
don't let her have children
don't let her look
after another life
she's a nutter
she's not 16 anymore
she's a nutter
my child was cold
so I wrapped them
in a duvet
and lobbed them
on a radiator while I watched a film.
Get her in prison.
Idiot.
Oh.
Oh, man.
Babadoo, babadoo, babadoo, bah.
Hi, Rosie and Chris.
I'm a teacher in the Bahamas.
But Bahamas.
In the Bahamas?
I'm a teacher in the Bahamas.
Bit of an upgrade.
What do you teach?
Bloody snorkeling, eh?
Surfing, eh? Surfing,
eh?
I think they do have schools in the Bahamas.
Nah,
I won't have it.
Lovely schools in the sun.
Imagine going to school
in the Bahamas.
I couldn't concentrate.
Bloody gorgeous.
I didn't like it
when it was a sunny day at school
and you looked out the window
and it was nice and sunny
and you thought
I'm going to the beach
after this.
Imagine,
Christ.
It says here,
bit of an upgrade from Reading
and also the reason
why I couldn't make the tour.
Oh,
well,
we will forgive you for that.
No, don't forgive me.
Go and fuck yourself.
I've been on a few board trips with the swimming pigs you mentioned last week.
Oh, the swimming pigs in the Bahamas.
The real tropical pigs, yeah.
Right, okay, yes.
Just a quick one because I wonder if I'm the only one who thinks this.
On these board trips and tours, the guide slash captain will give you food to feed the pigs
and their food of choice is...
No.
Yeah, you're going to say bacon or sausage.
Sausages.
That's cannibalism.
I refused to partake in this part of the day, but everyone else shrugged and carried on.
In their defence, the pigs did chow down happily, but what are your thoughts on tropical pig cannibalism?
You're fucking with the food chain
what the hell are you doing i mean they're already swimming around in the sea not knowing what's
going on who put them there what the hell's going on it's like they're in a fucking never-ending
stag do it's confused as fuck why are they in the sea i don't know well why is anything anyway it's
always you know everything always got introduced some way yeah but still
don't feed them
sausages
that's so bad
that's so bad
I wonder if the sausages
are cooked or raw
I don't think
it matters Rosie
I don't know
oh good
poor little piggies
man
that is not cool
I would not be
feeding them that
and make sure
your boat goes slowly
because you don't
want to hit a little piggy.
I feel really bad for them now.
Fair enough.
Babadoo, babadoo, babadoo, bah.
Hello, Chris and Rosie.
I was listening to the show about poor Chris's sunburn and it sparked a memory from 2007
when I was holidaying with my boyfriend in the Canaries.
I got up on a day we had a boat trip booked
to go dolphin watching
and did my hair,
brushed my teeth as usual
and nothing to report.
However, when I got on the boat,
my boyfriend double looked at me
and asked if I was okay.
I said, yes, I feel fine.
He replied, you don't.
Your head, it looks fucking massive.
I felt my head and my forehead was protruding out i panicked and he offered me
his baseball cap what a gent we got back to dry land and went straight to the doctors
you would go straight to the doctors he told me it was classic dehydration
dehydration gave me some tablets and told me to keep out of the sea and sun.
Shit time when it's all you've gone for.
As the tablets started working, the weight of the water that was being retained on my forehead dropped
and I looked like I'd done ten rounds of Mike Tyson.
My boyfriend said I looked fine and it was pass, but he refused to shag me.
Any other way than doggy style for the rest of the holiday.
Oh my god, some blokes are such bastards.
That's awful.
That's...
What a...
Oh, this has turned really sad.
I didn't mean it to be.
We're now happily married.
Are you...
She married...
She married the dick
who made her turn around for sex
because she was dehydrated.
Shall we have sex tonight, sweetheart?
Yeah, from the bottle.
Don't ruin me, hold it.
Got any anti-sickness Shall we have sex tonight, sweetheart? Yeah, from the bottle. Don't ruin me holiday. Got any
sickness tablets as well, eh, love?
Yeah, put me cap back on.
Oh, Jesus. It's the mamas
going to have to build a zape and got me.
Isn't she married now?
What's going on?
So, right, we're now
I have paranoia
now whenever I go on holiday i get him to check
my head so please stay hydrated and drink little and often but yes this was also the holiday i was
sick in the sink and he fished it out with his hands so i knew he was a keeper
i'll be honest you sounded mixed signals if i'm i will hang on I'll scoop your vomit out the sink
but I won't look at you while we're having sex
because you've dehydrated
but you know
you must obviously be happy
I mean you might just like that position
I think do you know what
he's thinking Jackie Jackpot
she hates doggy style but I'll say
you look horrific
so
yeah
but I'll say
Jackpot
I'll say
you look horrific
no one's that brave
some men
are so
bold
when I hear these things
my god
yeah
turn around love
not me holding
I mean
I'm hoping
it wrote down
I'm hoping
the conversation did
maybe she was a bit paranoid.
Maybe she was like,
oh, you know, don't look at us.
Oh, love.
We'll feel bad for you, but it's hilarious.
I hope you're okay now.
Little and often.
Little and often.
Little and often.
Stay hydrated, guys,
is the public service announcement
we've gained from that awful story.
Hey.
Thank you.
Swings and roundabouts.
Babadoo, babadoo, babadoo, bah dear chris and rosie i had one of
the most awkward moments of my life today lovely so of course i decided i should immediately email
you to share absolutely the kind of thing you want to hear about yes i love that in life you're going
around you guys and something awful or funny or terrible or embarrassing or cringeworthy happens
and you go i'm gonna have to email that in we need to know about that well you also um to sort of let you behind the curtain a bit
that stand-up's been like that for me for so long whenever something cringy and really embarrassing
happens it happens and then i go stand up and i go and tell it on and it helps so in a way you
guys are doing exactly the same as what i do therapy so there you go i was talking
to one of our company directors about covid tests and i made a joke without thinking which will haunt
my dreams forever i mentioned that i prefer the tests where you just have to swab your nose and
not your throat because i have a horrendous gag reflex which is probably why i'm single
probably why I'm single.
To a company director!
It was only
Oh God.
It was only during the awkward silence that followed
that I fully realised I just essentially
told one of the highest up people in our
company that I was bad at blowjobs.
Kill me now.
That's good.
That's really weird.
That's something I would do. That's like me I would do that's like me at the bloody
that's like me at the school gates
yeah
I'll tell them the other day
where do they work though
I love the idea
I know
sorry we don't think you're right
for Fisher Price
we don't see those kind of things
it's a family company
well when I was at the school gates
the other day
because obviously we do this podcast
and I always think
if someone listens to this
they'll think we're right dirty
and they'll think
oh god you know
the terrible and bloody blah and we are but this is we don't
always talk like this we can be quite professional and serious this is just a part of our personality
yes yeah anyway she while saying while saying professional and serious she nearly just spilled
a bottle of water on my fucking laptop which records the laptop which records the podcast
but there you go but so at the school gates i'm like wait okay
he's been there for a year and a bit now and it's you know i'm trying to be less than a year but
carry on mother of the year is it yes oh shit right okay well anyways been there for almost a
year yeah yeah march and um and i'm just like okay well they can see a bit of my personality but you
know i want to still be a bit, you know,
like we're not scummy scumbags.
We were chatting about Wet n' Wild the other day.
Remember Wet n' Wild?
Yes, I do.
Rest in peace, Wet n' Wild.
Rest in peace.
It was at Water Park near us.
It's still there.
It's still there.
Someone bought it a while ago for like three and a half million.
Some company bought it.
I thought they were going to revamp it.
I don't know what they're doing.
If anyone's listening who's involved in the revamping of wet and wild
oh my fucking god pull your finger out because wet and wild was absolutely it was it was amazing
it's great the chips were lush um mainly the slides and stuff most people enjoyed the slides
and the lazy river that she's gone straight to the chips i'm going to digress really quickly
right i don't think that the food at leisure centers were actually that good it was just
because you are fucking clamming
yeah yeah yeah
right
no South Shields
chips and gravy
no the smiley faces
at the leisure centre
in South Shields
were fucking unbelievable
rip rip rip
the smiley faces
were absolutely unbelievable
I know
anyway
and your mum did them
in the oven
when she bought them
from Iceland
and did them in the oven
they're never the same
never the same
no
should I finish my story
I'm too sad now
no go on
right we're just
we're talking about
the jacuzzi it went on wasn't there a jacuzzi and I was like? I'm too sad now. No, go on. Right, we were just, we were talking about the jacuzzi.
It went on and on.
Wasn't there a jacuzzi?
And I was like,
I was like, yeah,
I'm sure I knew someone
who got fingered in there.
Wow, you just said that.
And then I was like,
Wow.
Why did I say that?
Wow.
Yeah.
Because I can't help myself.
Wow.
And also some lads
who went in there
with pockets full,
plastic bags
and pockets full of fairy liquid
and put loads of fairy liquid
in the jacuzzi.
Shut up, really?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
So anyway.
Dickheads.
Good times.
Wet and wild.
It was wet and wild for her that day.
For the last thing that she could...
Thank you.
Great work.
Absolutely sterling work.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just great.
It's like we're back in the O2, motherfuckers.
Yeah.
Wet and wild. Slippy. Slippery and slimy. We got it, the O2, motherfuckers. Wet and wild.
Slippy.
Slippery and slimy.
We got it.
We got it.
We got it.
Well done.
Babadoo, babadoo, babadoo.
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You must be very careful, Margaret. It's a go. Witness the birth Friday, you must be very careful.
It's a girl.
Witness the birth of evil.
The first stoneman.
I believe the girl is to be the mother.
It's the most terrifying.
Movie of the year.
The first stoneman in theaters, Friday, get tickets. Six, six, six. It's the mark of the devil. Hey! Movie of the year. It's not real.
It's not real.
It's not real.
Who said that?
The First Omen.
In theaters Friday.
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Hi Rosie and Chris, Please keep me anonymous.
Always.
After listening to episode 153
about the swingers' £20 a night room.
Horrible.
Okay.
I'm freaked out.
I'm freaked out.
Alright.
My wife's mother and her husband,
both in their 70s,
live in a retirement style community.
It's a very seedy and strange place.
And it puts in brackets here,
both of them fit in very well
Jesus
Wow, okay
What I found strange then now makes perfect sense
They have a handful of permanently vacant rooms
That they rent out
For £20 a night
No
Yeah
In an old people's home Well, 70s Chris That's not an old people's home?
Well, 70s, Chris.
That's not an old people's home.
Oh, sorry.
In a youth hostel.
Well, in a retirement-style community, yeah.
Right.
Yeah, so...
£20 a night?
£20 a night.
Because why would you...
If you're in your 70s...
Why is it seedy?
I want to know why is it seedy
and why do they fit in
I need more information
I hate it when people do this
you've just told us it's seedy
you've said they fit in
you've given us no backstory
listen
fill in the gaps right
you have met
so many people in my life
where I go
you are
seedy
yeah
that's the only way
no yeah
are you talking about
that bloke at the garden centre
which
no
shut up
no
but I've met plenty of plenty of women and men where I go you are Are you talking about that bloke at the garden centre? Which? Oh, shut up. No.
But I've met plenty of women and men where I go.
You are seedy.
And that's the vibe they're getting.
£20 a night, little cheeky rooms.
Why would they be there?
Why would they be in a retirement-style community?
I don't know.
£20 a night.
What are they doing?
Is it near the coast?
I feel like if Luther was listening you need to go and do
a documentary in here
son find out what's
going on
report back
oh they'll have
pampas grass
oh yeah
pampas grass is
swing isn't it
apparently
but it's become
really popular
to the point where
we've talked about
South Shields were
kicking off
that people were
stealing from the beach
people were stealing
from the beach
yeah yeah yeah
stop stealing the
pampas grass
you fucking pervert
babadoo babadoo babadoo
babadoo
hi Rosie and Chris
I've recently got
into your podcast
to keep me entertained
while walking the dog
and I'm really enjoying
hearing the stories
you get sent
my personal favourite
which I think is now
my personal favourite
actually
was the man
who misheard
his father-in-law
and thought his
mother-in-law
had been run over
by a car
and died in a bush
do you remember that
yeah that one's
very good very good i thought i'd send in one of my own from a darker less enlightened period of
my past which i thought you might enjoy loved ones from the dark past oh yes please keep me
anonymous anyone who knows me well will work out who it is pretty quickly wow in my first year of
university i lived in halls it was quite a modern block with well-appointed rooms
outfitted with brand new, high-quality commercial furniture.
I had a bed, desk, wardrobe, chest of drawers and bedside drawer unit.
Show off.
Sounds lovely.
Like many other freshers, I quickly discovered that you can have a lot of fun
by drinking far too much with your friends and I became a bit of a party animal.'t we all i'm quite a big guy so i can hold my drink very well and would regularly
take part in drinking games boat races etc however when i've been heavily drinking i have one critical
and highly consistent weakness okay when i get into bed and turn the lights off i'm quickly hit
with the need to throw up yes Yes, the room spinners.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
So as soon as,
you can drink, drink, drink, drink, drink all night.
As soon as you get into bed,
turns the lights off,
it comes, okay?
Oh God, I hate that feeling so much.
I know.
It's the absolute worst.
I love drinking,
but I don't like getting drunk anymore.
It's just not pleasurable.
I stop.
Honestly, my favourite thing,
I just like a couple,
a couple of beers like a couple couple of
beers a couple glasses of wine just to chill us out that's all i ever want the worst feeling in
the world because i get to a point where i go i just want to go home and i just have to be home
when i see someone else paralytic drunk falling over or like doing that face you know the face
where you just like you can see it just looks like it's really hurting them it looks like it's
hurting them to hold the features on their skull i I immediately sober up and go, because I don't want to be that.
It's brilliant.
Because I've been that before.
Horrible.
Love those people who take one for the team on the night.
Yeah, exactly.
I normally suffer through a few minutes of this,
then quickly jump out of bed, vomit in the toilet,
flush, wash and get to bed feeling much, much better.
Great.
It must be something to do with my ears and balance.
I never thought about that.
No, it's to do with all the drinking games,
you fucking dick. Do you not think? But then
as soon as you lie down...
No, it's to do with...
Oh, it's me inner ear problems,
not the 14 pints of Colin you had.
No, no, it's me ears.
Definitely me ears.
As soon as I lie down, I'm mortal drunk.
My...
What?
What?
What?
I just remembered something that I've never told you.
What?
Years ago.
What?
Years ago, me dad and all his mates went out for a curry.
Yeah?
One of them was mortal, mortal drunk.
And my cousin told us this later on, right?
Basically, my cousin, who's older than me, younger than my dad,
was by quite a few years older than me,
was out with his mates as well.
And they walked past where the curry place was.
And my dad and his mates were outside.
And they were holding the guy up, the guy who was mortal drunk.
They were holding him up.
And my dad was probably sticking up for him he's going oh it's something he ate
he's had a reaction to the curry
he's had a reaction
and my cousin's going no it's not the 12 pints he's had
no he's had a reaction
and his bowels have collapsed
and my cousin went
bowels have collapsed
and my dad went his bowels have collapsed
and my cousin went you bowels have collapsed. And my dad went, his bowels have collapsed. And my cousin went, you mean he shot himself?
Oh, no.
Oh, no.
Oh, so your dad's sticking up for his friend.
His bowels have collapsed.
Yeah, he shot himself.
That's such a lush way to put it.
You didn't even know what it meant, yeah.
Me bowels have collapsed. Well, that's like... He's got a reaction in to put it you didn't even know what it meant yeah me bowels have
collapsed
well that's like
he's got a reaction
and his bowels have
collapsed
that's like
one of your mates
on your stag do
when he'd run out
of money
and he said to me
dad can I
lend some money
I'm financially
embarrassed
so he ran out
of money
I'm afraid
I'm financially
embarrassed
you mean you want
us to buy your
beers
hilarious love stuff like that but anyway so one morning I woke up I'm afraid I'm financially embarrassed. You mean you want us to buy your beers?
Hilarious.
I'd love some of that.
But anyway, so... One morning I awoke after a particularly heavy sesh
and set about sorting myself out.
Shower, breakfast, cuppa, laundry in the basket,
check how much I've spent, etc.
Yes.
Whilst I was sat at my desk eating a bowl of cereal,
I became aware of an unpleasant smell in my room.
Oh, gosh. I opened the window and set about trying to find the source. desk eating a bowl of cereal i became aware of an unpleasant unpleasant smell in my room oh gosh
i opened the window and set about trying to find the source i checked the sink the bin my laundry
down the back of the radiator the air vents all to no avail i noticed that the smell was worse
around my bed head and investigated further but still could not find where the smell was origin
origin originating jesus yeah smell was originating. Jesus.
Yeah, originating.
Originating, that's what I meant to say.
Finally, I thought, perhaps someone has played a prank and hidden something behind the bed.
So I went to move the bed out,
which first required me to move the bedside drawers.
Oh, no.
As I did so, the top drawer opened to reveal the source of the smell.
Oh.
A pretty hefty quantity of vomit.
Oh, in the top drawer!
Complete with last night's
dinner and stained purple from all
the snakebite and black that I had consumed.
Oh, diesel.
Snakebite and black is diesel. I used to
drink them when I first went out. They are strong
as fuck. They go down like Ribena and
they come out like fucking petrol.
They're the worst awful
luckily the drawer was so well built and so efficiently plastic lined that none of the
liquid had seeped into my pants or socks in the drawer below rotten i removed the drawer
snuck to the loo poured it away and cleaned it thoroughly before replacing it god i had no memory
of vomiting the night before or indeed of getting home,
but it's pretty clear what happened.
I don't remember why the drawer was empty,
but maybe I'd emptied it of the belongings
the night before.
Anyway, fast forward a few nights
and I was lying in bed feeling pretty queasy and rotten,
so I did the obvious thing.
I rolled over, opened the drawer,
chucked up in it and closed it
for sober me to deal with the next morning.
After all, I was quite comfy in my bed.
This became a regular occurrence throughout the year and I can recommend this solution to anybody who shares my problems.
Oh, that is the...
Take a bucket to bed.
Tell you what, eh?
Students.
Tell you what, I want to find out who's made that draw.
Bloody water tank.
I know.
You keep a bastard aquarium in that by the sounds of things.
Couple of fish.
So he's just...
Couple of newts.
Oh, God.
He could have a bloody...
Tropical fish tank in there.
Oh, I was going to say, yeah.
Oh, it's awful, isn't it?
That is...
I love that.
It's...
Disgusting.
Just become his vomit draw. That is so minging. I mean, it's aval in it. That is I love that. It's disgusting. Just become his vomit draw.
That is so minging.
I mean, it's up there with Cockwash.
I mean, Cockwash is much worse.
Oh, that was the pint.
Yeah, the pint glass, the Cockwash.
Oh, that he never emptied.
Oh, my word.
I forgot about that.
Oh, hey.
If you haven't heard Cockwash,
go back and listen to the
back out loud
of Sharkberry Radio.
You'll find all about Cockwash
and while you're there, vote for us.
Best podcast in the National Comedy Awards.
Hashtag Cockwash.
Hashtag Dickwash.
Dear Chris and Rosie, hello.
Please keep me anonymous so that I don't have to find a new hairdresser.
Right, right, okay.
I get my hair coloured every couple of months
and where possible,
I will schedule the appointment
where I also have a work event
or something in the diary
with friends on the same day
so that the blow dry doesn't go to waste.
Good.
That's clever.
I believe the correct term is
that sort of that chicken go there
looking on fleek.
Is that?
I believe that's what.
Don't say that again.
I think that's what the kids are saying. Chris, it's not actually. Should I blow dry on fleek I believe I believe that's what don't say that again I think that's what
the kids are saying
Chris it's not actually
should I blow my eyes
on fleek
no
so it can be on
fleek
no
stop
my friend Angela
used to do that
on a night out
she'd like
go to Newcastle
and get her make up
done in Fenwick
right
and I'd be like
that's a trek
to just get your
make up done
for free
this should genuinely used to do that all the time wow all the time And I'd be like, that's a trick to just get your makeup done for free.
This should genuinely still do that?
All the time.
Wow.
All the time.
I think she'd buy something or something she just wouldn't.
I personally, I've got mates who would go and get their hair cut and then go straight out.
Well, yeah.
And you can always see hair all over the back of their T-shirt
and the ears and that, and it makes you feel sad.
I have a haircut and my hairdresser always goes
do you want some product on
and I go no
because I'm going straight in the shower
because you've just covered his in hair
in what world can I go and live my life today
I'm going to burn this t-shirt that I've had on
and I've got to go and dowse myself in the shower
because I'm covered in hairs
well since I've had kids
the hairdresser's like
do you want to put a curl in
I'm like how long will it take
no
like an extra 50 minutes
another one
another one in the hairdresser do you want a cup of tea do I want a drink with loads of hair in it no I'm alright thanks how long will it take? No. Yeah. Like, an extra 50 minutes, I'm all right. Another one in the hairdresser,
do you want a cup of tea?
Do I want a drink with loads of hair in it?
No, I'm all right, thanks.
Has your cup got a lid?
Well, fuck off then.
That's a man thing.
What do you mean?
Because women's hair doesn't get cut that much.
Right.
So we can have a nice cup of coffee or tea.
To be fair, in the hairdresser's,
I mean, the cup of tea never normally has any hair in it,
but there we go.
Good.
The last time I got my hair coloured,
I was also out for dinner with work contacts in the evening but there we go. Good. The last time I got my hair coloured, I was also out for dinner
with work contacts in the evening.
She is Mrs.
Mrs. Social.
I've never known a social life like it.
It's lovely, isn't it?
In two sentences,
she's made us deathly jealous of her.
Jesus.
I got up a little earlier that morning
and chose a cashmere jumper
and smart tailored trousers.
Cashmere jumper?
She is dripping in diamonds.
Going to the hairdresser
to cash me a jumper
your majesty
bloody hell
hey listen
she's doing well
she is
I had my driver
wait outside
no she's a woman
about town
she is
Carrie Bradshaw
alright
as the trousers
were fairly snug
I decided to wear some Spanx underneath.
Sister.
Sister!
I hear you.
This time, picking out my bodysuit.
Sorry, who does she fancy in this hairdresser's?
Because she is getting dolled up the names.
No, she's going out after, man.
Oh, right, okay.
So she's getting ready,
and she's going to the hairdresser's
to not waste a blow-dry,
which I totally understand.
She's going out after.
Okay, sorry, sorry.
But my only problem is with that
I've thought about that
but when they wash your hair
when they wash everything off
they take a couple of inches
of your makeup off
around your face
and I go, well...
Straight to Fenix
get it topped up.
Well, actually, yeah.
True, true.
Rosie may need to help explain this
but basically a swimming costume
with cycling shorts on the bottom half.
Also, our Spanx are like the fully blown
swimming costume with cycling shorts
and then the little crotch bit
has got where you open it to have a wee.
Jesus.
Got buttons on.
God, when I hear stuff like that,
I'm so glad I'm not a woman.
Yeah, I know.
As you can imagine, in a jumper and trousers,
it's not very practical to take a bodysuit off each time you go to the toilet so spanks have
kindly built in a pee hole for us ladies oh sorry that's what i was just explaining right a zip
it's not a zip it's buttons right it's press studs right there's about so if on mine there's
like about three you just right okay but actually i am lazy and I just pull it to the side. Of course you do.
While we're on the subject of press studs,
can I please give a shout out to the person who decided press studs should go on baby's onesies.
Fuck you, whoever you are.
I hate you.
You've cost me so much time and energy.
You're an arsehole.
Well, what should they have instead?
I don't know.
Velcro. Because zips are don't know. Velcro.
Because zips are just as bad.
Velcro.
They would come open all the time.
I don't know.
They'd literally stretch
and it would pop open.
It's just annoying.
Oh, well, I know,
but it's a short time in his life.
Some of them don't even do
that little brass one
in a different colour
so you know where it goes.
Yeah, I know.
Oh.
Oh.
Right, listen.
Anyway,
I'd had my hair coloured on this particular day.
I shampooed and I was about to sit back down in the chair
for a cut and blow dry.
I decided at this point to ask to visit the ladies.
Now, I go to a fairly fancy hairdresser's,
of course she does.
Of course she does.
Cash me a jumper on, love.
We know, we know.
That doesn't believe in towel drying hair at all,
if possible.
So whilst my hair was wrapped up in a towel,
it was still dripping wet. That's a bit strange. They don't believe in towel drying hair at all, if possible, so whilst my hair was wrapped up in a towel, it was still dripping wet.
That's a bit strange.
They don't believe in towel drying.
I don't know.
What do you mean they don't do it
or they don't believe it works?
Who knows?
Right.
What's wrong with towel drying?
I don't know.
Is that something?
Apparently it's what,
apparently it's what the peasants do,
Rosie,
by the sounds of things.
Honestly,
do you know what?
Excuse me,
excuse me darling,
what's that jumper made of? Wool and cotton? Yeah, yeah you probably dry your hair with a fucking towel you peasant
i'm sick of going through life and just constantly being told that things are bad
for us i know exactly what you mean i'm fucking sick of it i'm sorry i'm swearing i'm sick all
the time every day there's something you know like oh do you know that that's got hidden such and such and I'm like
oh god
just stop telling us
non-stop
yeah
no you're totally right
it's always a new study
from such and such
and you go
for fucking hell
there's another thing
fucking ruined
so what
we're not meant to towel dry now
are we not
why we're not towel drying
well I got told
a while ago
that you shouldn't
brush your hair
when it's wet
and I'm like
well
well what the fuck
shouldn't brush it when it's wet because it I'm like, well, well, what the fuck? Shouldn't brush it when it's wet.
Shouldn't brush it when it's wet
because it pulls your hair out.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
I know,
I know, Chris.
I haven't brushed my hair
for probably 15 years.
Maybe longer.
No word of a lie.
No word of a lie.
I can't remember the last time
I brushed my hair.
I did not think
you were going to say that.
It must have been when I lived at home.
15 years? Maybe longer longer no word of a lie
maybe longer shut up let me try and run my fingers through your hair yeah you can come here yeah it
doesn't yeah come here oh my god yeah oh my god i have not honestly i have not honestly 15 maybe
16 17 years since i last brushed my hair. I brush Robin's hair every day.
I never do it.
Don't eat new.
Really weird.
Oh, I'm so jealous.
I'm so jealous.
Yeah.
Strange, isn't it?
I hate brushing my hair.
Yeah.
Never do it.
Even when I had long hair, I never did it.
I don't know why that's funny.
Anyway, listen, let's hear about the hairdressers.
So whilst my hair was wrapped up in a towel, it was still dripping wet.
The bathroom in the salon
isn't huge
and the toilet
fairly small and low.
Right.
So it was quite an ordeal
to lower myself
in four inch heels
Right.
undo my trousers
adjust the bodysuit
to open the pay hole
wide enough
Sorry, I'm so sorry
she's got a cashmere jumper
a trouser
four inch heels
Yeah.
going for a hair done.
Yeah.
She must have
What's the matter
just so done up
so done up
no it's not
it's in the
in realistic type
four inch heels
you're just married to me
I'm
I'm like literally
a slob
some women do this
every day Chris
Rosie goes for a haircut
I'm sorry
Rosie goes for a haircut
in a boiler suit
in a wellies
honestly if I could wear
sunglasses
get me a haircut i would i hate
looking at myself in that mirror oh god it's so depressing i spot something wrong every time
it's just it's just horrible now when they've got the files in and that and you're like oh
i hate myself i've never obviously i've never had files in it's horrible it's horrible it's the most
just once once in my life once in my life i got uh's so sad once in my life
I got highlights
once in my life
I got blonde highlights
when I was at college
I got blonde highlights
and they did that thing
where they put the cap on
and the pull up bits through
and you look like Hellraiser
you look like Pinhead
off Hellraiser
nah I didn't like it
it hurts when they pull it through
I didn't like it
so sorry about that
four inch heels
squatting down on the toilet
yes
it was quite an ordeal
to lower myself
in four inch heels
under my trousers
adjust the bodysuit to open the pee hole wide enough so not to allow any to seep into the material.
Balance my mop of dripping wet hair on my head.
Not allow the towel on my head to unravel or the other towel on my neck to fall away.
I can see where she's coming from.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
This is nuts.
When I had finished and stood up to walk away, I noticed a big puddle on the floor in front of the toilet.
Oh gosh.
Was my hair really that wet?
No.
In my desperate attempt to not wee over myself, I had failed to check exactly how far back onto the toilet I had perched.
I had successfully wee'd on the toilet floor instead.
She'd hovered in front of the toilet and pissed all over the floor.
Yeah.
She'd hovered in front of the toilet and pissed all over the floor.
Yeah.
Now, being in January and on a new year, new me journey,
I had been drinking a lot more water than usual,
so the puddle was quite significant.
Brilliant.
Toilet roll alone was not easily going to do the trick,
and in a panicked state, I pulled the towel from my neck and used this to mop up the floor.
Oh, mate.
Not wanting to explain to the hairdresser how I had lost said towel in the few minutes I had been in the toilet,
I proceeded to wrap it back around my neck and venture back to the chair.
Oh, my God.
My poor hairdresser therefore had to touch my pee-stained towel as she worked.
I was mortified and I expect she may have been concerned about potential
covid symptoms as i sniffed violently for the rest of the session to see if my piss could be smelled
by all oh my god you didn't see that coming did you no i didn't i was i nearly as a joke said so
i put it back around my neck i thought it was stupid because when it cashed me i jumped my
so she basically oh and then she went out piss around herself piss on out see how the mighty have fallen yeah what an idiot just go and go i'm
really really sorry i dropped this towel on your toilet floor i don't want to put it back around
my neck it's soaking i don't know what happened but sometimes in those situations logic goes out
the window yeah yeah i know exactly what i would have done what someone's pissed on this floor
disgusting in here i'm gonna cash me a jumper on.
I'll take me business elsewhere.
Look at these heels.
Just to dry your heel.
Take too long.
It's not even towel dried.
Towel dry.
Orphans stand around and blow on it.
Hi, Chris and Rosie.
I've been listening to your podcast throughout lockdown
whilst I've been training for a marathon.
It helped me get through some dark miles.
Okay.
That's nice.
Please keep me anonymous as my story is about my friend.
I've recommended the podcast to her
but I don't know if she's started listening or not.
If she is, she'll know who she is
and I'm sure I'll get a phone call.
Cool.
And obviously, fuck her if she isn't.
So, win-win.
There you go.
When I was 20,
I worked in a pub
with my best friend.
It was a large chain of pubs
and the Christmas do
was a formal bar
at one of the larger hotels.
Okay.
Classy.
Classy.
We worked with a boy
who we both fancied
but my friend
was the pretty,
pretty boy magnet
in brackets,
not jealous,
obviously.
And she ended up
sharing a room with the boy
we fancied
on the night of the Christmas ball.
Goodness me.
I was a tiny bit jealous but sucked it up and asked her all about what happened.
Okay.
Bless her.
Perfect.
I'm sure you're gorgeous.
It turns out they had shared the bed for the night but not even kissed.
I was quite surprised by this.
However, there was a bit more.
I was quite surprised by this.
However, there was a bit more.
It turns out he would every so often put his finger up her bum whilst they were spooning.
No other contact, just a nice cuddly spoon with an occasional finger up the bum.
I don't know where to start here.
They didn't kiss.
Didn't kiss.
They spooned.
They spooned.
And now and then, he just checked their temperature.
Yeah.
Yeah.
That is the weirdest thing I've ever heard.
Isn't it?
That is so strange.
It was very difficult to work with them after that.
I'm not surprised.
But surprisingly, they decided to pursue a relationship,
but she said the sex was never really recovered
from their first night of bum fingering.
It's just left me all confused.
I know, I'm sorry.
It's a bit of a strange one, isn't it?
That's just left me really confused.
But you know...
No kissing.
No kissing.
Nothing.
No cuddling.
Just a finger up the bum.
And even if she turned around and was like,
okay, come on then.
He's like, no, no, no.
Just stay still.
This is it.
Was he... Was it at regular intervals
is my question
don't know
you know
was he like
checking his watch
and then going
it's been two minutes
do you think you got
the wrong one
wrong hole
I don't know
just the occasional
finger up the bum
so not even
just
the occasional
finger up the bum that's just that just The occasional finger up the bum.
That's just the
that's one of the
weirdest things.
Just one little finger.
Or
the occasional
finger up the bum
he might have been
swapping hands
and by the end of the night
he might have done
all ten fingers separately.
Yeah.
And then he's gone
to the bathroom
and licked them all.
Oh!
Dirty
Dirty pervert.
Did you like them?
Well, wasn't that absolutely fantastic?
Hey, hey, can you believe that?
That stuff didn't even get into the podcast.
We left that out.
I know. Why?
That one about the...
The thing.
And when they went...
Oh, wasn't it?
Brilliant.
Absolutely brilliant.
Absolutely sterling
work all around
guys thank you so
much for listening
to Shag My Annoyed
Rosie what's it
part of
the ACAS
creator network
it is part of
the ACAS creator
network and we'll
be back probably
in years next week
happy holidays
love yous
bye
bye
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the visionary behind the groundbreaking Song Exploder podcast and Netflix series.
This unmissable evening features Herway and Toronto Symphony Orchestra music director Gustavo Jimeno in conversation.
Together, they dissect the mesmerizing layers of Stravinsky's The Rite of Spring, followed
by a complete soul-stirring rendition of the famously unnerving piece, Symphony Exploder.
April 5th at Roy Thompson Hall.
For tickets, visit TSO.ca.
Rock City, you're the best fans in the league, bar none.
Tickets are on sale now for Fan Appreciation Night on Saturday, April 13th when the Toronto Rock host
the Rochester Nighthawks at First Ontario
Centre in Hamilton at 7.30pm.
You can also lock in your
playoff pack right now to guarantee
the same seats for every
postseason game and you'll only
pay as we play.
Come along for the ride and punch your ticket to
Rock City at TorontoRock.com.