PWU Podcast Archive

Eh? What was that yer said theer, lad? I can’t hear a ruddy thing – me ears are still ringin’ after I stood reet in front o’ that loudspeaker durin’ t’presentation ceremony on Sunday.

Why, dear reader? Why would you ever feel the evil urge to buy one of those terrible third-rate excuses for bedroom pseudo-furniture? The annoying little balls get lodged in your groin area, causing stealth

Got your snow boots and parka ready? Good, because Blackpool beach beckons and I don’t like the look of that weather forecast. Forget sandcastles, you’d be better served building snowcastles! Fetch the mop bucket

Three more to go. 270 minutes plus however many minutes of injury time those blasted officials dig from the deepest recesses of their sofas’ gargantuan butt creases. Three more afternoons to bemoan the death

Oh, did someone at the back order a bunch of cheesy stats stolen from BBC Sport? It may surprise you that Wigan haven’t scored more than a single goal in any game at the

They’re one Right Honourable Tub of Lard MP away from being a certain Friday evening BBC panel show. I’m of course talking about the delightful carousel of celebrity guests that is WISH FM, who

Right, that settles it. From this day forward I am switching JWAW from a small time internet weblog to an… even smaller time printed memo service. Nope, I’ve made up my mind! Having witnessed