the evening almanac

This is a video episode. Yes I keep on trying to do these but I actually hate them. This is what comedy does to you, it makes you record your face in your bedroom. This episode I call Stephen Fry an idiot as I'm clearly smarter than he is. Essentially.

Yes I know I haven't done a podcast for a week, but neither have you. Unless you have. A bit about a gig I did yesterday, and some news about going to the Comedy Store (not to perform, obvious-f*cking-ly). Bascially.

This is the best podcast edpisode I've ever done. Essentially.

Haven't recorded an episode for a while. What are you going to do about it, complain to the Podcasting Ombudsman? There isn't even one. You'd have to start one, then lodge a complaint and that wouldn't wash is there'd be a conflict of interest, considering you were the ombudsman, so you'd have to hope someone else complained, but they wouldn't and then you'll realised you've wasted nearly a decade of your life with this whole ombudsman thing when you should have just got over it. Basicially.

What a crazy week for news ans what to do about it. Kinda.

About trying to be creative in a world that doesn't want you to be. Basically.

Went to a comedy workshop, wrote some new stuff, dared to run it through the sh*t machine that's Ai. Basically.

I rant about things, mostly Harry Styles. Essentially.

It's 2026, so I'm trying video again. You don't have to watch my face talk nonsense; it doesn't really add anything to the experience, but it means that once in a while, I can upload a clip to social media. I dunno man, I'm just trying to work out how to get some traction whilst also not wanting to make the effort or put myself out there at all. I also rant about people who have midlife crises. Bascially.

I'm feeling insecure so I decide to pick on a celebrity I don't even know rather than sorting out my own sh*t. Essentially.

Important! I think I had either noise reduction turned on at the mic, or I accidentally put it on when I mastered it (I've done it before) so every now and again it sounds like a word is cut off. So this episode is more annoying than usual. So what's this one about? Well, I, a man, talk about being a man. I have experience, but it doesn't mean I know what I'm talking about. Basically. Here's the article I wrote that I talk about in this episode. It's all getting a bit serious. Sorry. https://medium.com/practical-positivity/mass-shootings-male-shame-and-the-myth-of-toxic-masculinity-e44dc92d17a

A braindump of thoughts, mainly about being successful and talented, lucky and rich. I mean, who cares? Basically.

Action cures anxiety, but so does napping. Mostly.

A weekend round up and some existential well-clever pondering about middle-aged destiny. Or something. Basically.

I have. gig tonight. Historically, first gigs back in January are always rubbish. Let's see. I also get annoyed about people complaining. By complaining. Mostly.

It's 5th January, and I'm already struggling with the creative pressure. Essentially.

A bit about being back at the gym, a bit about sea swims, and a bit about teenage drinking. In that order. Basically.

Happy new year or whatever, It's cold, it's wintery and you have to go back to work. Why are we celebrating again? We talk goals, and Ai, because this is a proper podcast, not an absolute sham of an ego project, you got that? Basically.

I talk about Jake Paul and Andrew Tate's latest defeats and why you're bad for laughing about it but I'm superior and more evolved for not. Even when I do. Basically.

See donation link below. In this quick episode there's a bit about the gig I did last night and also how I'm now tough and all that. Essentially.Please consider donating to the fundraiser (GoFundMe):https://www.gofundme.com/f/olijay-needs-your-helpLearn more about the DNM1L Foundation:https://dnm1l.org/

We chat gigs, we chat Christmas work lunches, we talk TV, and we talk s*x. Yes, that's right, a topic so scandalous I have to give you an asterisk. Basically.

I watched another budget Christmas film, and now I hate this whole idea. Basically.

A review of a gig I did that wasn't great, followed by a fourth Christmas film review that was truly terrible. Essentially.

A quick chat about improv comedy and some stats about the podcast for 2025. Basically.

This was more of a test to see if remote podcasting works. By some miracle, it did. Not sure how, these things never work. Anyway, a slow and quite tired chat with Ben Cosmos as we talk about life, the universe and things they lied to you about.

Fourth time I've tried to record this due to stupid technical hitches. A gig review and a bit about another rubbish Christmas film on Netflix. Mostly.

Not gonna lie, I decided to get this one as it seemed rambling. I very (very!) rarely edit anything as I want everything to be au naturale (that's French for normal). But I edited this, and now it sounds like I drank 4 espressos before talking. Sorry. Essentially.

Something about looksmaxxing and the 'Reviv' mouth guard (aka a myobrace) and then, a look at Hot Frosty, a very serious and important work of art. Bascially,

A kick off of some short review of Netflix Christmas films, starting with 'A Merry Little Ex-Mas' starring Alicia Silverstone. Spoilers included. It's rubbish, but they're all going to be. Basically.

A reflective chat. Basically.

A chat in the park about how we're all getting more stupider. Mostly.

I don't know if these live gig podcasts are any good but here's another. I won't be doing this much as who can be sick with nerves and record a podcast? Essentially.

A gig rundown and a bunch of bullshit about fines. Basically.

A long(ish) chat about ADHD. I know I've done this before, but it felt important, OK? Basically.

Existentialism and sleeping with robots. Basically.

I talk about dating, but not in a red pill mansophere way, more a guilty confession, or something. Basically.

Had a nice gig and listened to some podcasts. Mostly.

A rant about the dream-killing pragmatists out there. Essentially.

This podcast episode is called Different Gravy because when I was leaving the venue last night, some punter shook my hand and said, "That was different gravy". I probably should have mentioned that in the podcast itself. Basically.

Had a gig, went well. Now I think I'll never have another issue with comedy again. Essentially.

Quite a deep chat about popularity and alternative art, man. Basically.

A dog walk and a big rant about chasing your dreams like I'm Tony Robbins or something. Bascially.

I do some haikus (no, really), tell some jokes (I'm a comedian), and we also talk about Chris Langan, the most intelligent man in the world, and his theory of reality called CTMU (no, really really). Essentially.

Just when I thought I was out, they emailed me some nice offers. Also something about your mum and people called Mike. Basically.

A video podcast! I'm sitting on my ned in shades, like some sort of lounge version of Jonathan Meades. If you don't know who he is, he's my biggest inspiration. This may explain a lot, as he isn't even a comedian. Anyway, I'm talking about giving up comedy, but then a small amount of cash changes my mind. Basically.

Hello everyone. I'm back to my old self after being radicalised by current affairs and I'm ranting about giving up comedy. That's the default setting. Please don't blame me. It's this or politics. Essentially.

I talk myself back into comedy in real-time, after ranting about authenticity, then end the podcast with an Ai song. Ironic. Basically.

Sad news and an angry podcast. Sorry. Basically.

Oh, so you're sick of me complaining about comedy? Well, how about I complain about the corporate world instead? Essentially.

A full rundown of the gig I wanted to go well not going well. Of course it didn't go well. Of course. Basically.

Sorry, more about ADHD, but this time, I read out some texts, if that makes it any better? No? Ok. Basically.