Chris versus the Japanese pizza app
Chris reports from Japan after his first full day of filming. He is about to try sake before an early start, which worries Scott, and he has already encountered a more urgent problem: the hotel stopped serving food after 10 p.m. Chris opened a delivery app hoping to order Domino’s, but every instruction was in Japanese. With no way to specify a pizza or even explain the problem by phone, he gave up and went to bed hungry.
The restaurant menu is not much easier, so he points at dishes other customers are eating. The fish-out-of-water documentary has begun before he reaches the festival. With Chris away, Scott chooses both sides of Bangers and promises that his absent colleague will be delighted with the selection made on his behalf.
Mr Worldwide, mostly undressed
Pitbull calls from Miami to discuss new music and the Pitbull cruise, an event so persuasive that Scott is suddenly interested in holidays at sea. The interview’s real attraction is the setting. Pitbull is in his back garden, overlooking the beach, holding a vodka with lime and water and wearing only what he calls his drawers.
Scott repeatedly resets this image for the audience: flip phone in one hand, drink in the other, bald head catching the Florida sun. Combined with reports of Chris in a Japanese loincloth, it gives the programme a notably underdressed international reach.
The glorious return of the Who Game
Without Chris, Scott recruits listeners for a communal Who Game: obsolete or embarrassing things that deserve the full “Who?” treatment. Suggestions include hitchhiking, defragmenting a hard drive, buying a £10 phone top-up and putting a huge yellow lock across a steering wheel. Each earns an increasingly frantic response as the clock runs down.
Cel Spellman’s Real or No Real supplies one last international claim: Australians supposedly prefer the Star Wars cantina-band tune as romantic music. Cel’s Australian impression expands as he rejects the idea, and the fact is indeed false. It is a Friday broadcast connecting Tokyo, Miami, Australia and an old yellow steering lock without ever losing its central question: who still does that?
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