In this episode, we’re looking back—chatting pure shite in the best way—half sense, half nonsense, all heart, with Shaun reflecting on his time over in Thun, Switzerland visiting Imran.

It’s been a minute since the trip, but the memories are still fresh—so we’re diving into some highlights, some odd detours, and the usual dose of chaos. No script, no plan—just a rambling catch-up the way only we know how.

We get into our worst nightmares (literally), with Imran revisiting a terrifying sleep paralysis episode that still haunts him, and Shaun bringing the heat with his topic of the week: how long did we both spend with our partners before finally moving in together—and what it’s been like since. Spoiler: we’re both big fans of the domestic life.

Come for the laughs, stay for the oversharing—you know how it goes.

In this episode, we’re live for the first time—chatting pure shite in the best way—half sense, half nonsense, all heart, straight from Thun, Switzerland.

Shaun made the trip over from Dublin for his first time in Thun, and what better way to mark the occasion than by answering your questions live on Instagram? No script, no plan—just the usual rambling with a live twist.

There were tangents, dodgy takes, and plenty of laughs. A bit of nostalgia, a bit of chaos, and a lot of questionable opinions.

As always—bit of craic, bit of madness, and hopefully a few moments that make you feel like you're third-wheeling a loud Irish ramble.

In this episode, we’re back chatting pure shite in the best way—half sense, half nonsense, all heart.

We kick off with a bit about the Irish language—how we spent years dodging it in school, and now we weirdly want it back. Blame the nostalgia… or Duolingo bullying us with that owl.

Then we get stuck into how mad tech has gotten since we were kids. One minute you’re rewinding DVDs from Xtra-Vision, next thing Imran’s using ChatGPT to become some sort of spice wizard in the kitchen.

From there, it’s the big hitters: childhood cereals (the sugary, probably illegal ones), why Irish food products are actually elite, and whether Shaun will ever finish Dexter now that there’s not one, but two spin-offs. Don’t hold your breath.

And Imran wraps things up with a lovely one—summer as a kid in Ireland. Ice pops, sunburn, water fights, and that magic feeling of doing absolutely nothing for three months.

As always—bit of craic, bit of chaos, and hopefully a few laughs. Stick it on, and feel like you're third-wheeling a loud Irish ramble.