Yuletide Yobs
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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 Patsy’s rent money. Spike moans about it while reading his new book on Nostradiddymus, the "middle century cacker" as Dick calls him. Dick decides the best way to deal with things is to sleep on it, only to be visited by apparitions who take him on a journey to witness pivotal points of his past, present and of his future - should he stay on this path… Yuletide Yobs is a vulgar little vignette of one man’s transformation again, again and again… An Amplevoicepod ear-film production. Amplevoicepod create original, scripted, character & plot-driven comedy dramas. We construct fully immersive HD audio adventures. More than just a podcast, we are the Voice of Pod. Listen now to adventures from Mount Pheasant, Timefiddler, UCLS, Mental Holmes and ATRS. Frumpy Dumpster, United Mutations, Panspermia and the Friday Rock Show. All with beautiful sound design and irreverent humour. Join Adgeen and Tony on their two-hour rock show 'The Friday Rock Show', reading our listener stories live on air, among the greatest rock songs of the time. Find us, follow, subscribe and like. Streaming on Spotify, Acast, PlayerFM, Spreaker, Stitcher, Google Podcasts, Deezer and more. Podbean and Soundcloud for episode art plus YouTube vids aplenty, Twitter for the socials, etc, ah sure you know eh? Bred mouldy in the backwoods of Wicklow, Ireland, where inspiration and insanity produce alchemic audio. https://podcasts.apple.com/ie/podcast/amplevoicepod/id1479166024 
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