2manypodcasts – Détails, épisodes et analyse

In this episode, our heroes come to the realisation that with dear Kyle moving to the ol' USA and dear Rob's doing whatever weird shit it is he does, that time between the two lads is now at a premium. 2manypodcasts is coming to an end. Will it last forever? Nobody knows. So for legal, moral and convenience reasons the line is "we're going on a hiatus" - much like The Thrills - who should actually never reform. They began the podcast as a protest that there's too many (and usually really shit) podcasts. So they decided not to help and add one more because there is too many podcasts and call it 2manypodcasts, which for those of you who aren't familiar is a play on the Belgian DJ duo 2manydjs. Who are actually deadly. For Belgians anyways (which isn't a real country). So of all the interesting little bits - q&a's, ChipAdvisor (a review of chips - or fries as they say in the Dakotas), and general shenanigans, it was a genuinely intriguing listen for the average layman. So much so, the podcast was officially (at one point anyways) the 37th most popular podcast in Ireland of the improv comedy genre. Is that good? Kyle and dear Rob certainly hope not. Stop listening to podcasts basically, will youse? So thank you to all of the dear listeners, a couple thousand of you no less, and all our guests - from Johnny Spillz to the bloke from the Arctic Monkeys, dear Kyle and Rob mon cherie thank you and for now, our heroes bid you adieu, or whatever it is people say to be fancy. 2manypodcasts is on hiatus as of now. Will our heroes say "Kyle, we're back" again? Maybe, baby. Maybe.

In this dear episode, and let's be frank, it bloody well is a dear episode, our heroes make no reference to St. Patrick's Day, or as Kyle incorrectly calls it now, St. Patty's Day. USA! USA! USA! No, instead Rob (mon cherie) thought of 38 quick fire, but important questions to put to Texas' latest resident legend - and no, I am not talking about Matthew McConaughey, George W. Bush, or the bloke in ZZ Top - no I am talking about dear Kyle. Listen, there are better and worse ways to spend a half an hour. And we envisage this will kill a half an hour for you whilst you, say, drive to work, or perhaps lying on a hospital bed getting a bone popped back into it's socket. I don't know. We don't know. We don't want to know. We're busy. Love you. Music at the end is Circus by The Swedish Railway Orchestra. Listen or stream here: https://the-swedish-railway-orchestra.lnk.to/OUAT

In this dear episode, dear Kyle and Rob, mon cherie, agreed to do a podcast episode which would see them engage in numerous trivia questions to one another. However, cometh the hour of recording, dear Kyle failed to prepare for said podcast as did Rob mon cherie to a certain degree. To be fair, dear Kyle is in the process of selling a goddamned house (which he has agreed to sell to a listener for €1,000 off the asking price should they want to buy it - listen in for details) and Rob mon cherrence just forgot until the day of recording. But fear not - I SAID FEAR NOT - for some trivia questions relating to the state of Texas, Margaret Thatcher, the UN, the Berlin Wall and the dear sport of tennis were all included? Don't believe me? Listen in. Or not. Whatever. For what you're paying, you're getting gold, believe me.

You wanted him, we got him. In this dear episode of 70, we pull out the big guns and bring the great, and frankly noble, Daniel Day Lewis to the pod. He talks about his beginnings in the oil trade, his "bastard in a basket" (his words) son H.W., his time in Ireland, as well as his admiration for an all milkshake. Some can of piss, isn't he? Also in the pod, Rob is in New Zealand covering the women's World Cup for the pod, despite the fact Ireland's games are in Australia. Plus talk of a LIVE PODCAST EVENT is taking shape. Basically, we're gonna do the podcast in a live setting somewhere and if you wanna come, let us know. If not, then that's cool. We won't take any offence to it because, and we gotta be honest here, we prefer to do it behind closed doors cause we'll be on the piss and we need toilet breaks and shit. You'll only want to be entertained. We don't entertain. Let me entertain you, said Robbie Williams, we're the opposite of that. We want booze and chats.

In this dear episode - AND IT IS A DEAR EPISODE - our Kyle mon cherrence, has informed the world that he has plans. Big plans. Dear Plans if you will. Will you? You bloody well better. Anyways, dear Kyle plans to recreate a pillar of the Dublin nightlife scene, but Stateside. That's right. He's upping sticks and moving to the land of his legend of a father-in-law (dear) Tim, who is an American icon. So he thought to himself, "what is the one thing that the state of Texas, or TX if you like to shorten it, doesn't have that dear Dublin has or had and I can recreate it o'er there?" The results are ASTOUNDING Dear Rob was podding from the International Space Station hence why the audio from his side is mediocre at best - much like his output both musically and podcastingly. Is podcastingly even a word? Who knows? Is orange even a juice? Or is it a state of mind? Is television a thing we have in our gaffs? Or is it the new juice for the modern lazy man? Truth is nobody knows. Not even Morrissey. Anyways, listen to the episode if you will. Will you?

In this dear episode, dear Rob ended up in prison in London, so dear Kyle panicked, knowing full well he'd have to do an episode on his Toblerone. "I need a guest," he said with fear and nausea. "And I know just the guy". The guy is Alex Turner, lead singer and guitarist of one of England's biggest rock groups, Arctic Monkeys* Kyle sets the record straight about the cancellation of the gig in Marlay Park as well as the egotistical adventures of Alex and his friends who he renamed all Alex, including dear Kyle. Illegal? No. Immoral? I don't know. Tune in for this jam-packed episode. *not sure if it's actually him.

In this dear episode, dear Kyle goes to that London and ends up going to jail for committing a serious offence. Not an offence that you'd normally go to jail for like murder or theft - this, in the eyes of the British judicial system, is way worse. Dear Rob mon cherie discusses the brilliance of Michael Flatley's epic masterpiece movie "Blackbird" from the cosy confines of Brownsville, Texas. And the usual kind of banter and stuff is had. You know yourself. "Wait...what's the usual stuff? I'm a first time listener..." you might ask. No. I'm not explaining. Start from episode 20 or so. Keep up. For jaysis sake. We have lives, we're too busy. I apologise. I'm embarrassed. Mortified.

In this dear episode, our heroes grill our dear guest and comedian, podcaster and inventor of poetry, dear Shannon Basso Gaule with the same format we used in the previous episode. Now, I know what you're thinking - you're thinking "I didn't listen to the previous episode, so I don't know the format" and, listen, we get that. We're not professionals, we're barely even human, but we're doing the best we can so cut us some slack, eh? Dear Shannon can be found on the Instagram machine at https://www.instagram.com/sbgcomedy/ and his podcast, clearly miles ahead of ours, can be listened to, but follow that on the Instagram machine at https://www.instagram.com/actingthemaggotpod/ And listen, best of luck with your instagram accounts, dear Shannon.

In this righteous and noble episode of 65, our heroes spent weeks preparing for a very special VIP guest who, on the day, told them that he's not gonna come on the shitty little podcast. And who can blame him? Some people would rather spend their time elsewhere. But this guest said he had dinner. Now, if you go back dozens of episodes, when John Spillane was the guest, he had dinner on the show. I'm not saying he's a genius, but he's hitting two birds with stone - and looking good whilst doing it. Anyroad, our heroes prepared some quick fire questions for this guest who shall remain nameless (clue - it wasn't Danny de Vito), so dear Kyle, like a champion and hero very quickly decided to jump in and answer these questions from his own perspective. Listen, we wish every episode was this amazing, but we're not exactly professionals, so it won't be. Thanks a lot not Danny de Vito.

In this goddamned hippie episode of 64 - a number very divisible - our heroes return to their microphones to discuss all the shit you were afraid to know, let alone ask. Dear Rob speaks of the horrors of supermarket etiquette meanwhile dear Kyle, future owner of Sheffield Wednesday Football Club and employer of a cleaner for his gaff, tell us how to stay sober at all day events but still drink all day. I dunno - it sounds crazy, but rest assured Kyle mon cherie, has a fool-proof plan brought to you by an ale. I know what you're thinking ... these two are oddballs. We wouldn't deny such a remark, but guess what? One day in the very far future, the sun will expand to become what's called a red giant and toast the entire planet and all of civilisation, thus making it inhospitable for any life as we know it to exist in any way, so, at the end of the day, nothing truly matters. Or does it?