The Gentleman's Review

It’s the last ever episode of The Gentleman’s Review and the gang reminisce about the last five years and wonder if it was all worth it.  What they don’t talk about is the mental anguish. For instance Martin became addicted to crystal meth and Tom couldn’t go past a fruit machine without shooting up with Tizer. Not to mention Lisa’s kick boxing addiction and Andy’s nervous breakdown, when he would only wear cotton briefs on his head. Besides all this, we’d like to thank everybody who has supported us over the last five years and we hope to see you all again in the future. Love. Martin, Tom, Andy and Lisa XXXX

In this second half  we talk to Chief Chirpa, leader of the Ewok army and old man George Pim and his carer. Also, Martin discovered he'd put the wrong text number on the website, the laptop explodes, covering Martin in computer juice. and we enjoy a 15 minute Doctor Who interlude.  You can keep donating at:  http://www.justgiving.com/megapoddy

It's Red Nose day and Martin, Tom and Andy set forth to do a leisurely five hour podcast while drinking beer. In this first half: Dab and Tench begin an exciting journey to Africa, Martin, Tom and Andy start drinking and there are some sketches and shit and that.

It's another chilled out miniature podcast, so chilled out in fact that Lisa falls asleep. Has she contracted a sleeping sickness or is working a 200 hour week finally catching up with her. For the answer to this and more, please send a stamped addressed envelope to: TGR, 1000009 Dreadful Rd, Spunktache, Ethelmermonshire. ARGH1 2SHIT

Here's another bloody podcast by those bloody twats, they're banging on about some shit again. Maybe they're mentally ill, I just don't know. Do you know Bill? He said that they do rituals on the roof of his pub involving whisky.  Great bloke Bill, pepper of the earth.  He once bought a crampon factory in Bermondsey, went bust inside a month. That'll be a hundred quid guv'ner.  No tip? Cheapskate. Warning: Flashing rockeries throughout.

Yes it's another mini podcast with talking and that.

In this episode: levels vary, cables break and the entire podcast lurches around like a morbidly obese man on an all you can eat merry-go-round.  So strap yourself out and steady your nerves with powerful drugs, it's going to be a lumpy bride.  Warning: testicles.

It's Christmas Eve at TGR towers and Martin holds the gang hostage as they entertain him under the influence of cheap pies and mulled wine.

It's The Gentleman's Review's fifth Christmas and what have they learned. Well, not much really, although Andy did discover that the best way to break Martin's concentration during a song is to simply wave bits of paper at him. This may become useful in any future fights to the death. Besides that, it is a relatively sedate affair with coffee and pies being taken orally every ten minutes. Listen out for Martin's heart breaking, it sounds like a screaming jellyfish. Here are the words to the song, if you fancy singing along: On the first day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: A third class ticket to Barnsley.   On the second day of Christmas , My true love gave to me: Two midget poofs and a third class ticket to Barnsley.   On the third day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Three laughing perverts, two midget poofs and a third class ticket to Barnsley.   On the fourth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Four bloated winkles, three laughing perverts , two midget poofs and a third class ticket to Barnsley.   On the fifth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Five burst swans, four bloated winkles, three laughing perverts , two midget poofs and a third class ticket to Barnsley.   On the sixth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Six whelks a-singing,  five burst swans,  four bloated winkles, three laughing perverts , two midget poofs and a third class ticket to Barnsley.   On the seventh day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Seven bums a-poopin', six whelks a-singing,  five burst swans,  four bloated winkles, three laughing perverts , two midget poofs and a third class ticket to Barnsley. On the eighth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Eight melted children, seven bums a-poopin', six whelks a-singing,  five burst swans, four bloated winkles, three laughing perverts , two midget poofs and a third class ticket to Barnsley.   On the ninth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Nine noisy parsnips, eight melted children, seven bums a-poopin', six whelks a-singing,  five burst swans, four bloated winkles, three laughing perverts , two midget poofs and a third class ticket to Barnsley.   On the tenth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Ten tits a-bouncing,  nine noisy parsnips, eight melted children, seven bums a-poopin', six whelks a-singing,  five burst swans, four bloated winkles, three laughing perverts , two midget poofs and a third class ticket to Barnsley.   On the eleventh day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Eleven racist penguins,  ten tits a-bouncing,  nine noisy parsnips, eight melted children, seven bums a-poopin', six whelks a-singing,  five burst swans, four bloated winkles, three laughing perverts , two midget poofs and a third class ticket to Barnsley.   On the Twelfth day of Christmas, My true love gave to me: Twelve Peter Sissons, eleven racist penguins,  ten tits a-bouncing,  nine noisy parsnips, eight melted children, seven bums a-poopin', six whelks a-singing,  five burst swans, four bloated winkles, three laughing perverts , two midget poofs and a third class ticket to Barnsley.

After tying Andy and Martin up in the cellar, Tom and Lisa set sail on a talking adventure.

With the US elections now over, the gang can take a well deserved rest from kissing the flesh and pressing babies to record another fun filled episode of this podcast. Yes, tape your children into their beds and gather around the internet radio to have your mind wanked of its reason. Warning: Slippery.

In this episode Martin insults half of the comedy world and Claire Balding, while the rest of us chat about old Jimmy Savile and how dyslexia led to those terrible allegations.  Warning: We’re not sure.

In this first ever Gentleman's Review miniature podcast, Martin reads out your James Bond facts and discusses his breakfast.

After falling down a mine hole and losing his memory, Martin happened upon a cave of wonders, which contained the decaying remains of an old podcast.  Dusting them off, he brought them to the surface for a decent internet burial.  Also: casual racism, cucumber confusion and everyone remembering why they stopped doing news items in the first place.  Warning: Gerbils.

In this episode: spurred on by the efforts of Keith Chegwin, the guys steal a feature from another podcast before discussing Spandex in the fax and Shatner's BMW. Not only that but Tom treats us to his famous street theatre. Warning: guts and ghosts.