Dick Soupe and Spike Mulligan are trying to earn money they owe Patsy their landlord for rent. The two are late for their morning shift as Santa Claus and elf at Swizzler’s Department Store, run by Mohammed Alfajar Fulhamhole. Dick’s reaction to this seasonal job, coupled with a ‘Furby’ toy craze of that year and his lusting after young mothers, has Dick and Spike soon arguing over their pints in Joe Goggleses’ pub. They’ll be turfed out of their flat before Christmas if they don’t get...

May, 2001, Ireland. Two men arrive late in the morning on a cold and empty east coast beach. They are hungover. They are limping. They look at each other squinting. “This is it” one mumbled. “It’s done… Time to put on those headphones one last time…” It wasn’t one last time. Adgeen and Tony were back! And the Friday Rock Show ‘Brittas Bay’ special of ’01 was a masterclass in how to bottle a beautiful bowel movement. But they got by with a little help from their financially-induced friends....

Strutting awkwardly down the steps into the pert parlour of plenty, flanked each side by Mirjana and Irena, Adgeen and Tony stumble through red velvet curtains. Two glasses of Louis Roederer’s finest Cristal are shoved in their faces by an effortlessly slender gentleman. Tony slaps him away, ordering instead two bottles of Tuborg much to the smirks of other McLapdancer staff. Adgeen’s about holding it together for the after party here but Tony has just pissed himself, wobbling toward a...

Hard rock hallelujah! Lordy, lordy, eh? Lordi? Who? Uh, no it’s not just the tune the Finns shat out, but it’s praise be for another sonic slab of Friday Rock Show. Hewn from the stratified limpet brains of Adgeen Byrne and Tony Wilson… They’ve alabastered themselves all over with The Friday Rock Show No.32. Pasty, lined and cold to the touch, we chip away at the dusty, gnarly face of the calcified absurdities of rock. There are chiselled boulders of inarticulate and explicit stories from our...

Love your ears, let them flop and dangle along to the mighty Twenty Year Special from The Friday Rock Show. Adgeen and Tony have sparred over the microphone and gotten smart with each other for decades now. They’ve taunted, tricked and traded barbs. They’ve hocked, wheezed, sneezed and spat. Belched, burped and broke wind in a box room down in a basement, far away from polite society. And a good job too. Festering in their own bile and rancid juices, fermenting the next Friday Rock Show, the...

This is when me and dirty ol’ bastard Adgeen Byrne went to the seaside, set up the Rock Pool and did a live radio broadcast from the Silver Strand in the cold of an Irish summer. It’s The Friday Rock Show at the Silver Strand. Yis don’t know where it is? Well, hint, it’s not yer granny’s landing strip down on the old acre, no, it’s a beach on the east coast of Ireland. It’s the ‘greatest shingle beach’ in the world, so say the desperate local tourist office, as they try stop residents...

Aul’ Skool is a retro lovin’, halcyon, gimlet-eye view of successful rock artists being nearly creatively healthy in 1987 (when our Friday Rock Show was first spat out), only for said rockers to be haggard, stale and still hanging on decades later… Just like us to be fair. Who said rock was for the young? They’re dead now! We go Aul’ Skool with AC/DC, Metallica, Guns N’ Roses, Doro and Judas Priest! They play us their hollow, jaded updated versions of themselves. As artists they say they have...

Live, on a Friday, the mighty meniscus rubbing Friday Rock Show is back! And back with Pat Shaughnessy! Pat is the one and only guitarist from Greenane in Wicklow, Ireland. He performs in the double-jumper guitar suit the mother made him and not long ago he joined DJ Adgeen Byrne and me, Tony Wilson, on this here show up at the North Pole! Yes. The North Pole. Pat played us a few of his icy chords in his icy cords as we were sent up North by management to broadcast, as they said, our "highly...

Come along, come along, join DJ Adgeen Byrne and me, Tony Wilson, as we pull on the wellies to slide down into Dangleberry Farm! A live radio broadcast from the heartland. We get to grips with the manure and silage of farm owner Bert Kavanagh, with his tales of piggery and the Pink Floyd. We also get up to the neck in the latest farming practises and rural life from Dargle Bourke, Jem Kinsella and Turtle Desmond. There's reporting from Bertie Boylan on the terrible floods, Micko Madigan...

It's The Friday Rock Show again ladlogs and ladybirds, where we meet the Stargeezers. For those with one eye always on the sky, we go live to Jibbler’s Bell at the Fairly Astronomical Telescope to catch sight of some supernovae where DJ Adgeen Byrne and yours truly Tony Wilson sniff some serious spacedust with starman and renowned cosmologist Breeny Mox, so soon after his facial surgery too.  Breeny's a geezer and so are we, as we head out into the night, out and about up the fields, in other...

Once there back a few years gone, we at The Friday Rock Show took to self-flagellating and honouring our magnificence and munificence by forcefully celebrating 25 years in the rock biz not long ago. Well it was in 2012, quite a fair bit ago, but we did start roaring into a microphone in June 1987 so what's a 'fair bit ago' to us anyway? Tshuh... Hence me, best producer ever, Tony Wilson, and overpaid preening DJ Adgeen Byrne, flashed you our 'Silverbacks'. Silverback is a Friday Rock Show...

Would you look at the size of the cocker on this! The Friday Rock Show, as voted #1 podcast in the world by the stiffs at the Groin-iad, unleashes "90 minutes of sheer hell" (as John Barnes used to say when he took the Lucozade) with their 'Massive Cocker'.  THE FRS #40 contains all you need to aid your recovery and “get in ‘round the back” (as Barnsey enthused for cash back in the ’80s). 'A Massive Cocker' is super squeaky clean and refreshing too. We’ve music from The Blackout, Audrey...

This is it, this is the BIG one! The Friday Rock Show loosens the ladies' lips! On the FRS #41 we invited five of the biggest female front-women in rock on the show and chat to them about what drives them into the cliched, male-dominated, slightly-backward world of heavy metal. There's Suzuka Nakamoto, Elize Ryd, Sharon Den Adel, Taylor Momsen (who said she f****d a priest, but she was only cackin' out her arse as usual... Pretty reckless of her I'd say), and Maria Brink, to put us men in our...

The Friday Rock Show No. 42 has jumped into the shell suit, slapped on the goggles, hoiked up the neck gaiter mask and clicked into its K2 alpine skis to launch down the black slopes of Kvamskogen in Western Norway.   There are no Øs in sight 'round here as producer Tony Wilson with savant presenter Adgeen Byrne head out into the cold once again and arrive in the 'copter at the Norwegian resort of Kvamskogen.   They took the tunes, pulled down the bobble hats and tore up the piste. They...

Battle Breasts! Yes! This is The Friday Rock Show! Episode No. 43... Another two hours of MADNESS!! I created this show back probably before you were even born and turned out the way you did. I'm sorry 'bout that. But looka! I'm on the cover of this show too, 'coz I'm a glory-hole. In this episode we get down on the phone to Noora Louhimo from the band Battle Beast as she tells us tales of running around the Finnish forests naked with the other band members. Then the 'Black Swordsman' jumps...

Tony Wilson here, producer extraordinaire, bringing you another great promotion clip of The Friday Rock Show from Amplevoicepod.  This is from episode 44, christened WOOL FREAKS. The title taken from a great story sent in by regular listener Busher. We play 10 rock songs of the day and read out 10 listener letters over two hours. That's the routine. It's a rock show with added audio drama. We've been at this for years. We're fairly alright at it. We were bred mouldy but we were podcasting...

Rejoice! The weekend is here! It's The Friday Rock Show No. 45 from Amplevoicepod. Two hours of rock, listener stories, explicit musings and nonsense. Remember the name. You'll have never heard as good before. This time The Friday Rock Show is here to react to all the absurdity happening in the world with a simple vote: will it be that a HARD BAGS IT or that a SOFT BAGS IT? What does it all mean? Who cares who bags what? But just what is the answer? It's the ultimate question of life, the...

Welcome to The Friday Rock Show No-47 - Moshtalgia 1986. It's the Friday Rock Show! It's 1986!  It's a 'Moshtalgia' special. Annamoe man Pat Shaughnessy joins us to deliver his unique interpretations of the classic songs that year.  Plus our dear listeners Jagger, Chris Whackum, Prince Nigel, Gerry Dixon and Tucker Peacock get their beautiful stories read out on air by DJ Adgeen Byrne and disputably supported by me, producer Tony Wilson. Mosh!  So please, come on in for a listen, follow and...

It's the Friday Rock Show live in Russia during the World Cup 2018, from the Fisht stadium in Sochi. Presented by Adgeen Byrne and producer Tony Wilson. We're ensconced in the bowels of the stadium for the England v Panama match.  We've got 8 fantastic full-foley listener stories from Payter, Berty Gock, The Weatherman, Baldy, Mauldy x2, Tucker and a fanatical one from Jagger:  "Last time we spoke I was alone in the world. Mocked and excluded for being a religious fanatic. I believed my Lord...

(Frumpy Dumpster (Part 4 of 4) 'The Reunion') – I hurt now when I think of what I did. Not out of guilt or fear of discovery. But for not doing it sooner! I gave up life at 18. College, friends, adventure, all snapped away by the predatory comfort of a man 10 years older. My brain twisted to his very need. He was like a parasite. Then up the duff in a shot! Ah I don’t blame the Old Bruiser for the three lives he gave me, only for the one he took away. 19 years... But I made up for lost time...

(Frumpy Dumpster (Part 3 of 4) 'A Woman Again') – But how? “Follow me” she said smiling, and led me out past the back of Ratchly Chemical Factory, which I was a little nervous about, then on through the Ratchly woods and up just outside Charry Marry Fun park. It was a beautiful sunny day, about 3pm so I had another hour before making the dinner and bringing it over to Michael in ‘his house’ as he then liked to scream at me. Ah Michelle was goin’ good-o with the stories of how she never got...

(Frumpy Dumpster (Part 2 of 4) 'Love Lift Us Up') – After I came back from hospital the kids were little angels and Michael was feeling sorry for the burst of anger. Ah you couldn’t blame him. He was embarrassed after shitting himself on the floor and I was the nearest thing to him. Thank god it wasn’t Nadia or any of our kids. He did get his moods alright, but I still think that was one of those isolated incidents and sure there’s no-one to blame. He even let me watch him do his nude...

(Frumpy Dumpster (Part 1 of 4) 'Old Bruiser') – (Daytime TV channel hopping) “Before she’d get depressed…” “…exciting episode of…” “Leo! Leo the Lion, and Leo, he makes it safe here. Lion Productions provides quality cinematic products that inspire, innovate and entertain… It’s Leo the Lion…” (Advert) “Have you been burned alive and need compensation? Well phone us now on nought-nought-nought-two-six-four-eight-thousand, that’s right; nought-nought-nought-two-six-four-eight-thousand! Terms...

(Panspermia III - (Part 4 of 4) 'Hear My Chains') – (Forest atmosphere) (Jagger masturbating) Desecration: Jagger? Jagger: Yeah? Desecration: I was taken. Jagger: Eh? You want to be taken again? Heehee! I know you do. Awww. Desecration: I was taken. By the Mournsouls. But I escaped. Jagger: Well, just relax, you’re safe now, I’ll look after ya. Because, I-I, I love you. Desecration: Love? Jagger: Oh Desecration, just open your top there a bit more, uh, stand with your legs further...