Datepie Podcast

Quack echoes in the distance. A crown gleams beneath muddy skies. And somewhere far off, a sea of white shirts marches west. It's just another strange day on Datepie.

Organs wail, lyrics drift, and nothing is quite as it seems. A melody shrouded in mist, with meanings lost—or buried—beneath the pale.

Tape winds, secrets unwind. A plastic cassette, a walled city, and a history that refuses to stay rewound. Some formats fade—others get archived in gold.

A hole in a man, a hunger for answers, and a doctor who couldn't look away. Curiosity gets clinical as the line between science and servitude blurs. The gut never lies—unless someone’s taking notes.

A day of sandwiches, scandal, and suspicious serenades. One man’s lunch becomes another man’s downfall, while a legendary bark echoes through British backrooms. Something’s cooking—and it’s not just …

A suitcase full of mould, a passport mix-up, and a very strong smell that cleared a train carriage. Some cheeses have bite — this one had a motive.

Twice-battered cod, a soup can in disguise, and a mysterious man who may or may not have been in Buenos Aires — twice. History repeated itself, and then asked for extra vinegar.

A velvet tracksuit, a car worth more than common sense, and a handshake deal made entirely with winks. The engine purred — but the story stalled.

A suspiciously creamy trophy, a lactose-fuelled rivalry, and a quiz that went horribly off the rails. Birthdays aren’t always a piece of cake — sometimes they’re a pint of trouble.

Too many teeth, one suspicious grin, and a misunderstanding involving a mime. Smiles were shared — not all of them willingly.

A hat went flying, a crowd went running, and someone definitely lied. The cables held, but not everyone’s nerves did.

A frozen toe, a lost sandwich, and a very loud argument about altitude. Not everyone makes it to the summit — some don't even make it to lunch.

Fins and fur at play, buns stacked high on both sides of the world—some days are meant for sinking, others for sinking your teeth in

A figure in the fog of history, power woven into every word, and a nation held in the balance—his legacy is still writing itself.

Wheels tumble down the hill, paper glides on unseen winds, and gravity’s not the only force at play today.

A chain of strangers, a gesture too bold for its time, and the silence between the hands speaks louder than words ever could.

Dots and dashes tell a story too quiet to hear, a dish that’s hard to swallow, and a year that still echoes with unspoken truths.

Two names, one getaway car, and a trail of fire that never fades. The law’s chasing, but it’s always two steps behind.

A storm brews, ink flows darker, and the night knows their names—Gothic shadows linger where passion and madness once collided.

The water’s deep with rivalry, the ships still carry whispers of a battle long past, and no one’s sure which port will claim victory.