It’s happy birthday Jeremy... or at least it would be if he didn’t have to do this ‘bloody sodcast’. Still, it gives you all the perfect opportunity to hear him physically age, LIVE. Aside from him getting on a bit, we do all the things you’d do yourselves if you had a psodcast but with an added very special guest at the end, so stay tuned for that if nothing else.

The usual stuff. Plus a new feature! Yep, we’ve had another idea! Bow down before our sheer invention... By the way, today’s picture is a sublime tribute to the beauty of EHC given to us by the delectable Mr Simon Kane...

Welcome to the first Event Horizon Crescent free Psodcast! Well the first for a while anyway. Yes, without the heavy burden of EHC to record we plough straight into the show without warming up whatsoever resulting in a messier than usual affair. Sorry about that. We do cover some very important ground I’m sure, what that might be though is anyone’s guess...

More of this from us. We cover a lot of ground in this week’s tremendously lively festival of shitballs. But we do it in a sad way as we mark the last ever episode of the vaguely beloved institution that is Event Horizon Crescent. It’ll be sorely missed. By a couple of folks.

Happy new year as we fly into 2012 only 24 days late with one of our more unlistenable efforts. Luckily, the rambling psodcast is entirely thrown into relief by 50 minutes of self-indulgent outtakes from vent Horizon Crescent which we defy you to get through. Don’t try, you won’t make it. Anyway, we’ll be better next time as it will be the final EHC so we’ll be delighted.

Well Christmas is a time for old traditions: Christmas pies around the festmus wasp, sticking your stocking up a chimney for Satan, mulled wine poured all over your Dickens and listening to the annual Chissmus Psodcast. So Jingle Belm to one and all as you settle down for the festive season with a jolly bunch of lads, one of whom is tremendously tired having just flown in from Cape Town filled with the joys of the apartheid. Then it is time for your penultimate episode of Crezzie - drink it in, every word, cos come next time, it’ll be gone. Thank Santa Fuck!

Yes, you read that right. Thanks to the excellent Chris Limb and his suggestions, from now on we are a Psodcast! So what does that mean in real terms? It means we’ve added a p. Anyway, launching us on this brand new exciting venture is a solid hour and half of fresh, prime bullshit. Although a good chunk of that is a large morsel of EHC so don’t get too excited. Although, of course, this episode is the antepenultimate one, so not long to go now folks!

Well who’d’ve thunk it, we gone and done another sodcast in’t we. And gor blimey if it in’t a cracker. There’s ‘ates an’ spottids and commints and such. We ‘ear about Paul’s latest ‘oliday and lawd luvvaduck don’t we ‘ave a right old time of it. Then it’s Event Horizon Crescent. Like usual. I’m running out of things to say in these. I’m not sure anyone reads them anyway, they’re pretty unnecessary, you want to know what happens in the sodcast? Listen to it. Christ.

Opening with an awful fanfare and the usual torrent of noise it time for another one of those sodcasts that you tolerate so much... Excitingly, we try out a new feature this week which helps keep things moving slightly: we sent out a call on Twitter for any questions from our audience and received literally a couple of replies to that mixes things up a little. Anyway, you’re only here for Cressie so I don’t know why I’m bothering to tell you about the rest of it. Cressie’s good this time. Once again saving us from putting in too much effort we have a shower of guest stars this week bunging their two penneth in. So that helps.

Hey there belmfans, it’s time for another round of bullshit cocktails with your friendly neighbourhood Trap outfit. In case you didn’t manage to make it along to The Trap X then you can hear us briefly talk about it which should give you a thoroughly good idea of what you avoided. We then go on... At the end is EHC and get your listening face ready cos it’s going to be a biggun. Set in court. Where Foggit’s on trial. And what happens is...