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.

F**k The Hippo (Featuring Jay-Z)

This week’s podcast is full of contrast and contradiction. While it may be our most angry, sweary episode, it’s also probably our cutest, sweetest episode, as I recount a tale about my teddy bear Bingo, and how it led to my first comedy performance at the age of five. There’s altruistic rapping, a spot of embezzlement, and can our glorious socialist potato-based utopia prevail?