Two men, over a hundred miles apart, coming up with two features about “the poop”? What are the odds of that happening? A million to one, right?
Would if effect your estimation if I told you that the three men appearing in this episode had to set up a WhatsApp group called “RF POOP SHOOTS” because Matt and Steve were, quite literally, sick of our shit?
Enjoy, and thanks to the wonderful Swan Levitt for sharing his tale of disgrace. The music for Tales of the Smear was Backbay Lounge and Stormfront from Incompetech. I call him Ryan McLeod but it’s Kevin. Sorry, Ryan. Kevin. Whatever
Joe wants to jump headlong with his long old head into the world of podcast-TV adaptation, with some Big Papa John. Steve has something extremely erudite and important to say about the Shamima Begum affair. Log demonstrates once again that he can’t stop thinking about sex but not, you know, properly.
By a lucky coincidence, all of us have had a reaction to some form of “media” this week. Log’s watched a TV show, Joe’s scrutinised a trailer, and Steve’s been in to see a film, and they’re ALL drinking whiskey out of a little glass submarine. That’s right, it’s time for another craaaaazy episode of Film 2019 with us, The Claudia Winklemens!
Log has bought everyone first class tickets to the strange and wonderful land of Fist World. Steve introduces us to the new political party of Westminster. And Joe introduces his ears to the incredible sounds of the London underground.