Wind Your Posse Down To Hell Hell Hell! The David eagle Podcast

More tales from being on the road doing stand up comedy. Last week’s adventure was nearly being beaten up outside a rough Kent pub. This week I am unexpectedly turfed out onto the rainy streets of Manchester late at night. IN complete contrast to that, we celebrate the return of our ability to once again smell and taste by sampling and reviewing a herbal tea. We have yet another Arch Bishop Of Canterbury story, and there’s my most personally embarrassing Cassette Roulette yet.

The David Eagle Podcast. How Do I sign Flobalob?

Covid-based isolation isn’t enough to keep me and Ellie from recording a podcast. We’ve miced up separate parts of the house to talk some more about testicles and to bring you your favourite features, Cassette Roulette and Spammer Time, but not Herbal Tea Of The Week because we can’t smell or taste anything. This week’s guest is comedian and taxi driver Trevor Bickles who recounts three of his most memorable taxi journeys, and you’ll never guess who he’s had in the back of his cab.

The David Eagle Podcast. Turf Chopper

The bad news is I’ve got Covid so I’ve had to cancel all my festivals and gigs until the 24th July. The good news is that you are still allowed contact with me through the medium of podcast. So listen in for some gig anecdotes, including the tale of the rather harrowing experience my dad had during one of my stand up shows.

Baboons’ Bottoms

This week I’ve been doing online school workshops during the day and stand up gigs on the night, and surprisingly my best heckle came from a primary school child. Hear all about that, a clip from my surreal stand up gig in Liverpool, an epic tale of train travel trauma, Ellie has been secretly recording me, plus the regular features and lots of miscellaneous chat.

The David Eagle Podcast. Ruddy Bonkers

Back in the studio this week after a week of stand up comedy gigs, including a rather odd one in Liverpool where I had an altercation with five drunk loud-mouthed girls. The story of that, plus incongruous radio adverts; there’s a bit of slapstick in a cupboard, epic flailing mouth trumpet solos, and the return of an old faithful feature with a bit of a twist.