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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.

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In this episode we were joined by our favourite doctor since Harold Shipman, the wonderful Kath Walker, man bun baiter and expert on all things sports injury related. It is Jackanory time with the first reading of our children's book Stefan Goes to the Running Show, we keep our fingers crossed to see if we win anything at the Fourth Worst Podcast on Running Awards, hear from Colin Jackson, play Name That Tune - Kazoo Edition, bash runfluencers for being c#nts (as per), we take questions from the fans and showcase the shouty musical talents of the Meat Sweaters.

We also learned that Lew has Viking Hand Syndrome, no one thinks gait analysis at a sports clothing store is a good idea, nor are ice baths for sports recovery, and that Nike are pricks for their Pegasus marketing stunt.

You get classic Parkrun Tourism, a joke about Shamima Begum, Beethoven playing at John's first wedding, and Crazy Jimbo sleeping standing up, and there is a MASSIVE fact hunt. Truly cavernous. Cavernous. Cavernous. (That was an echo. See what I did there?)

Tune in, tune out, and enjoy. But don't take it too seriously. It's only a laugh.

Evening Bill, and thank you marshal.

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Somehow we are back from the darkest reaches of the north, smelling like knock-off jaeger and nan's old chair. We look back in anger at 2024, when Baz was guilty of partaking in the posh PE, John refused to wear period pants, Rach tripped over thin air, I left without saying goodbye and Lew had a very long wee.

We talk kissing men with OBEs (under the radar), the most drunk man at midnight mass, a potential dog Doris, googling thumb extensions and much much more including:

• Parkrun Tourism
• An overly lengthy recounting of Rachel's birthday party weekend
• Guess Who?
• Would You Rather?
• Bandit Clothing
• Abbott's milking the cash cow til it's udders run dry
• Carrot
• The Fourth Worst Running App
• and Fact Hunt

before finally saying fuck you 2024 and hellooooo to 2025 over a jug of something festive as we all sing Africa by Toto.

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To tide you over until John is out on day release here is the Fact Hunt compilation so far. More red cards than a 1970s Leeds game and more jokes than Miranda's whole career. Adele in, Wenger out for the Fact Hunt fun bus japes.

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Ho-Ho-Ho! And that is just John’s last three Dorises.

Welcome to this, our festive offering. Now you may be saying, but D-Dog it is still only mid November. Well, there have been mince pies and tins of celebrations on the shelves of Tescos for 2 months already, and the BBC have announced their tortuous line up including surprise-surprise, more Mrs Browns racist Boys, and Miranda is back to somehow have her skirt caught in a taxi door and then ripped off on the way to… I don’t know… keep it festive… a children's nativity play…how droll so we are roasting the Chestnut Massives on an open fire, and who can stop us.

We have a box (hill) full of crackers this week including, but no limited to:

A Barry bib bandit
Mr Motivator
Paul Chuckle
Mr Methane the worlds only performing flatulist
And Ste Southern is back to shout “snake oil” at insta ads

So cum on ye faithful, and welcome to the 10th episode of the Fourth Worst podcast on running.

Always remember to wipe thoroughly.

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We are back for episode 9, and are about to send a strongly worded email to England Athletics and the Beachy Head Marathon organisers (dictated but not read) before Lew goes against protocol and questions the Fact Hunt facts, marathons are back on the shelves and November Rain is declared a tune by Mr Kennedy.

We rattle the charity tin with Mike EU Marathons Harley and empty chair John for the way home from a debauched weekend racing.

Also, John Kennedy from the Posh Universe pops in for the drinking game, we coat a few of the bad uns in the community and Baz breathes in a worldie's flatulence.

Enjoy. If at all possible.