Hopefully

Charlotte & Rhys chat through lif's big questions: Where shall we go for dinner? What signifies one's class? (the use of 'one') How will Charlotte feel about leaving her cramped house in Brighton.We're exhausted.

Charlotte and Rhys reunite for another Hopefully podcast. We examine, parental lubricant, We dig into all of Charlotte's health issues and assess the likelyhood of an armageddon shower.

Charlotte, Rhys and the Crackle (we've named it - help us) talk calling someone out, social readjustments and we shout 'side bar me Lud' to those with whom we don't agree.Charlotte is fire alarm fresh (not a thing) and Rhys has genuine, written down, 'found' material...

In this ethereally present yet not wanted episode of Hopefully, we commemorate the moving on of Gary Oldman with an investigation into Charlotte's step count while nursing a green tea on the ever depressing Genius Bar. Rhys reflects on an impromptu Gazebo tour of the Sussex district and Charlotte relives a dark time where she nearly came 'off grid'

Charlotte & Rhys reconvene to discuss the usual: caffeinated dreaming, washing routines and slips and a new addition to Charlotte's home isolation - Gary Oldman and his bed of sawdust.

Hermit-ising, pandemic terminology and stories we couldn't give a shit about - hence why we're talking about them. All while we assidusously 'watch our tone'.

This week, we assess Charlotte's moderate baking successes, analyse weird dreams (we're lacking content) and the parents have discovered social media. Carnage.

Isolation has finally, finally come to fruition. Charlotte and Rhys share what they've been reading, what they've been delivered and, what they've been burning tongues on...

Amid many (many) wifi dropouts, we discuss how to establish isolation routines while allowing you to document our slow but certain downfall into delirium.

Both Charlotte & Rhys communicate across the county from their respective mansions to bring you (another) Hopefully with the usual larks and truly excellent audio quality...There is a long delay and we both learn this part of the way through but we think it adds some much needed spice into what are now fairly bland, vanilla lives...

Charlotte & Rhys 'work remotely' to bring you your much-craved Hopefully installment. Don't fear. We'll be bringing you these 'remote' episodes more frequently and, obviously, more drunk than ever before Quote Charlotte: 'I need some wine!'

Cue Xfactor style lighting...Rhys and Charlotte zone in on those trigger points that tip you over. We also chat to Caitlin about coping tactics with the usual frivolity.

We welcome ourselves (and, indeed, you, if our mundane-ness hasn't turned you off yet) into 2020. We catch ourselves up with the longest month of the year and discuss all recent goings' on. This truly incredible podcast will be revived as often as we can. Be prepared.

Another sharing of random stories around the Hopefully Christmas table. We pull up a piano stool for all manner of people including our first (and possibly only) guest, Megan. She shares her struggles and methods of navigating Christmas and her experience of her Masters course. Naturally, Rhys complains about the seemingly uncomplainable and Charlotte shares her insights into a tricky work situation. Merry Christmas all, see you in the New Year!

We assess Charlotte's curious window art and explore how to navigate those awful work Christmas parties. We also yearn for a party that finishes at 10.30 pm so that we can embark on the most precious moment of a night out: bed. 

Charlotte's had enough, she's off to L.A. Not before her 'Friends-Giving' though. Don't worry - she's got a playlist. We also compare stories about bad grades and general dissapointments. Merry Christmas everyone.

Charlotte is determined to swoon over the John Lewis advert despite Rhys's cynicism. Rhys dangles a prison drama in front of her as the (lebkuchen)esque carrot to drag her away from such ads. We also talk about whether we have sympathy for Meghan Markle and The Royals and the Press in general.

Charlotte and Rhys disect a talk on radio 'n' stuff, including the glasses. In between scoffing Pizza (with a potato topping..?) and mulled wine, Charlotte enacts her favourite word 'Stress' and Rhys rants about unqualified tiredness. Yawn.

Rhys gets a telling off by the Passport Office (kind of) while Charlotte tries to convince him of the merits of Halloween. She fails. We also talk about fading friendships and wallow in losing friends after University. Don't trust anyone folks!

We launch 'What's In My Boot?' one pumpkin at a time while Charlotte self-medicates to handle the breakdown of her Calling into media.

Charlotte kicks off her perennial use of the word 'stressful' and we dig into her revolving door policy around workmen. Not code. Meanwhile, Rhys scratches his lip with someone else's false nail. Brilliant.

Rhys & Charlotte, Charlotte & Rhys welcome you to Hopefully! It gets funnier. Promise.