It’s our 10th Anniversary and we’re celebrating in style. We throw caution to the wind as  Mitch takes a helicopter for a spin and Trish splashes out on a  new chair! We knock ‘em dead with stand-up comedy, delve deep into your letters and learn all about the topsy-turvy weather with TV royalty 

Oh @#$&!! This week we get censored, Mitch gets deafened and Trish embraces technology by buying an annoying Echo thing. We dip into the murky world of advertising, wander down TV memory lane and almost get a divorce as a honey-toned rival reappears on the scene... 

A busy show this week! Alan Dedicoat comes round and won't leave, Trish flirts with pop stars and hangs out at The Palace. We bluff our way in quantum physics, learn about pop music and hear how not to announce a TV show, meanwhile Mitch is making friends with a saucy movie star and actually does some work up a  Spanish telegraph pole...

It’s raining in Spain and Mitch is fed up, so we cheer ourselves up by stealing  booze, learning to speak Doooooorset and insulting telephone sales people. Trish accidentally gets herself a job as a TV weather girl - oh, and our listener writes us a NEW jingle!

This week Trish suspects foreigners may be listening to her! Mitch has a  boozy medical and gets lost on a warship.  We experience red carpet treatment, drink champagne in Hong Kong and learn how to survive a nuclear bomb. Come and say hello @trishvoice and @showbizmitch
 

This week we outdo ourselves making our own adverts, zip over to Barbados, give away a yacht, discuss JML mops, discover that Jessica Rabitt is so much more than a cartoon and delight in YOUR letters to mitchandtrish@outlook.com

This week we share our in-depth artistic knowledge, actually get invited to a party, get very excited opening your emails, flirt with royalty, shamelessly try to get a job in advertising and hear about Trish’s, or should I say Dirty Daisy’s dodgy past

This week we reveal our first jobs, go blagging at parties, overload on dopamine, host an awards ceremony and shamelessly sell our souls for 50 quid...