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Warning: The following podcast contains jokes that some viewers may find disturbing. Listener discretion is seriously advised.

And we are back wearing 15 hats with Dickie Bird contemplating a Guinness World Record attempt, eating more schnitzel than Josef Frtizl and Imac'ing our leg pit hair with a woman named Fanny.

In addition Lewis is scouring Sanjay's top shelf for a copy of Razzle from 1985 to save looking on railway sidings, Sooty, Sweep and Sue have a squeaky threesome and a sneeze puts me out of action for 2 days.

We play a game of Cunt or No Cunt with the usual suspects, price up a Kenyan pacer and pitch a sitcom to the BBC sponsored by Enertor Insoles - the Insoles for Arseholes.

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For our anniversary episode we ask our twenty million listeners to make a fair and impartial decision based on the facts as provided. Is he a cunt? No. Is he Killian Jornet? No. Is there Strava proof? They need to know for their New York Stock Exchange listing. We also need to know the top 5 countries for banned athletes (hint: the top country is also the top country for world records too. Quelle surprise!).

And, as Rosie Jones wishes us happy 10th birthday, and Tactic Master Miller slips it in at the end, we let our thirty million listeners into the not so secret guide to looking legit, our red flags, we play a game of cunt or no cunt, and get PTSD trying to find a downhill parkrun with a bus stop at the start.

Before finishing for our forty million listeners with a flourish after we run two 24 hour races and a coastal ultra in the space of a week, and calculate the weight of malnourished twins and Joe Wicks' IQ before Stefan Trombone's brother Tuba plays us out.

Enjoy. Or don't. It is totally up to you.

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Buckets in!

More Mo Mowlam than Mo Farah, more Orville than Ovette, more Pauline Fowler's growler than Paula Radcliffe, and more Roger De Courcy and Nookie bear than Roger Bannister, this is the 13th episode of the Fourth Worst Podcast on Running, the sporting equivalent of the Joey Deacon Memorial Swim, and it is the Hannover special, a recap of what would be my 100th marathon on my return to the capital of Saxony, a great weekend during which John’s red count went interstellar, as did our beer count as we were joined by Kazoo-masters Keith and Kyla, and Leaky.

We also talk London 2025, the controversy of Russ Cook, running drunk, running hungover, and try our best to annoy a former professional sportsperson, and no Gary Lineker. We have a new game relating to AI generated dolls, as well as your favourites Guess Who, Name that Tune and Fact Hunt.

Enjoy. Or at least pretend to.