Episode 20: The Final Girl & OCD Killer

I howl like the wolf because I am your host of this comedy horror SCI FI podcast, where, every Tuesday, I read two letters from my red-blooded hoard of psychopathic horror and SCI FI fans to find a fake solution to their sadistic fantasies, whilst sending them on an odyssey as far away from me as possible, preferably into the wilds of The Antarctic to dig for oil. Someone’s got to do it. Welcome to episode 20 The Final Girl & OCD Killer.

Each week I solve two Horror and SCI FI emotional problems, sent in by my fans, in less than 10 minutes. So, forget about your two-tone aspirations to have a life of genuine happiness or fasting on a yoga holiday retreat because, get this, you will always be bloated. Just accept it. Clothes never feel right on you, but we all know that naked and blood thirsty wearing nothing, but a dicky bow is a better look. 

Our first letter today is from Sydney from Milwalkee circa 1975 who says I am tired of being The Final Girl.

And our second letter is from Noah from Belgium circa 1960 who hasn’t come out of the shower in two years, but managed to write to me whilst holding the pen with his teeth, the only thing left hard, apart from his thoughts, and one more thing besides, to ask, when can I go back to my slasher days of old? I am in hell. It is wet.