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Earl K. Chitterlings. Gordon Baudelaire. Mike and Graham. Lionel Heimscheisser. Logan McTeague. This is the end of our third series, but we could always come back if you like. We're a bit like Blake's 7 in that respect.Give us a review. Give us a share, and a retweet. Make us big, make us return.

In North Essex, Hawkspur, Challis & Overdene involve themselves in James's efforts to wrestle control of the sodcast from Iain, who is still in LA working on the Sodcast LIVE! Netflix special with Trevor Noah. In our London studio, Was He Though? are on the trail of the Yorkshire Ripper. Mike from next door pops over to borrow some of Graham's blue paint, with -as ever- unsettling consequences for his wife Judith. Next we go to the Civic Centre in Oldham for some snooker action, in the capably commenting hands of Dave Douglas and Kwame Bhattacharjee. Remember him? No, us neither. Stand-up comedy next from the eminently unpleasant Glenn Elton, live from the Dover Assembly Rooms. Somewhere in New York, Lionel Heimscheisser (a disbarred attorney who has been killed by the mafia and reincarnated as a cat) wanders aggressively through the studio looking for somewhere to be sick. We close with a look at the day's headlines, including a brief obituary for the expired wordsmith Logan McTeague. We give you all this: can you give us a five-star review?

This week, the electric sodcast meets an incel, we discuss the Sodcast Live! shows in Las Vegas, there's True Crime in Was He, Though? as Gordon Baudelaire discusses John Christie, and there's ecclesiastical nonsense with Fintan Hullaboo. Sinister goings-on with Mike and Graham as they negotiate another illicit trade, and bleak tidings from our terminally depressed cat Lionel Heimscheisser. Finally, more sad news from the world of poetry. Rate | Review | Recommend us effusively to a friend. Then come and read The Flaneur.

From the editor of The Flaneur comes a third warped slice of silly. Let us haunt your sleepy ears or liven up your dreary commute. This week we bloody the nose of the publishing industry, Graham and Mike strike another darkly uncomfortable deal, and get your True Crime fix in Was He, Though? Tune in to Radio Podcast FM. Lionel Heimschiesser has another litany of disaster and misery, and there's sad news about the former poet Logan McTeague. Now do me a favour: like, subscribe, share, and spread the word about our little show.

Right, there's simply no time to waste, you gormless old tit. First: fix your shabby little life with Bumble. Then, hop over to L.A. to help me belittle a broken parody of a half-human homunculus. Next, catch up with old friend of the electric sodcast, Fintan Hullaboo, as he enjoys himself furtively at Canterbury Cathedral. Do you like true crime documentaries? Good evening. Do you like the sound of a cat -mired in corruption- who is allergic to being a cat? What's that smell? Why is there a Honda Civic in somebody's garden? What does Mike from next door want? And where is the best place to behead a swan, anyway?Secret linkNow: go get us a new subscriber. We're rootin' for ya, slugger!

the electric sodcast is back to bother with your mind-holes. In this first episode of our third series, we can offer you a ride into silly darkness. Close your eyes, lie back, and welcome.Tell a friend about us. Watch us grow. Quiver, ye mighty. Then click here.

Soon, we will be among you once more. You won't know it's us... until it's too late.

To whet your appetite for the third series of electric sodcast, we present "Anne Tabard", a brand new poem by the former Poet Laureate and convicted fraudster Logan McTeague.