How do you like your eggs in the morning? Hopefully not wet??

Forget everything you thought you knew about the housing crisis!

Kasia and Dan are earning their lunch. And it’s a big, steaming bowl of cuteness!

This week, Dan and Kasia are getting into a submersible and heading into the dark blue depths, poking around the extremely cursed domain of Britain's unnatural party of government, THE CONSERVATIVE AND UNIONIST PARTY.

We're baaaack! And we're feeling FIT, while also reassuring you that it's what's inside that counts.

It's a classic Haunted Dickensian Cursed Objects Office Christmas Party! If you think Halloween is the spookiest time of year - you’re dead wrong.

Service! This week, we are hovering around ‘the pass’, checking our plating is okay, and asking how a simple labour-saving device, a coffee shop palette knife, caused Kasia so much angst and strife – “like a dagger to my heart”?

Mice, lice, moths…and prehistoric-looking ‘weta’ grasshoppers.

Recorded on a hungover rainy Sunday, it's a history-on-TV episode, and it's an episode about HISTORY IN THE FIELD.

It's our 50th episode! Sort of. There's an asterisk. But it's sort of our 50th episode!

What happens when a revolution dies?

Welcome to a new series of Cursed Objects!

For the next Patreon-only Cursed Summer Session, Dan and Kasia get stuck into a decades-old British institution, with a TV review of Antiques Roadshow…

Sit up straight, hippies!

Pukka! We’re dancing in the moonlight with the king of the English culinary world, Jamie Oliver.

Come fly away with us and Alain de Botton (sorry but he's coming too), and take a trip on Venga Airways.

It's a source of strength, life, sickness, disgust, delight and deep nausea.

Oh so you're 6 months old and you say you're a true Guns 'n' Roses fan?

Smoking is almost too on-the-nose a subject for Cursed Objects. But vapes - candy-coloured, daftly-named, targeted at children, making wads of $$$ for the same tobacco companies - vapes are perfect.

The desire to feel like you are 'part of history' can turn even the most ardent republican into a flag-waving monarchist shill.