After a health-induced hiatus (herniated discs, a detached retina, two eye surgeries, and one very committed application of "Method Frank"), Emma and Bobo return with a bumper episode. Emma confesses her new addiction to Below Deck ("emotional snacking" at its finest), they debate whether reality TV contestants are secretly plants, and dive deep into Rivals, Four Seasons, and White Lotus — basically, beautiful people behaving terribly, and why we can't stop watching. There's a World Cup preview (RIP Paul the Octopus), a Dozy Donald update, a flamingo that was actually a toddler in a pink coat, and confirmation that Emma’s eyesight is now "highly functional." Welcome back, Chitty Chatters.

The world's a mess, so Emma and Bobo did what any sensible women would do. Popped open a bottle of bubbles and hid from the world for an hour. This week it's all one-hit wonders: The Proclaimers get the full Scottish-accent treatment, Bobo confesses her undying (if slightly resentful) love for Right Said Fred, Macarena's scandalous backstory gets a shocked re-evaluation, and someone tries (badly) to explain what a "hover" means. There's a Take On Me singalong no one asked for, a Come On Eileen kitchen disco, and a genuinely moving detour into The Church's Under the Milky Way. Expect: karaoke warnings, mirror-related life confessions, a DJ debut, and zero correct email addresses. Bangers only, thank you.

This week on Chitty Chat, Emma & Bobo reunite with their schoolmate Justin—aka “The Badger”—to celebrate 40+ years of friendship, bad decisions, and stories that should probably stay buried.

From schoolyard chaos to marriages, divorces, kids, distance (Sydney to New Zealand), and the occasional argument that absolutely should’ve ended things but didn’t, they unpack what long-term friendship really looks like: messy, loyal, hilarious, and slightly unhinged.

With prosecco discoveries, beer debates, and relentless teasing, it’s a funny, heartfelt reminder that real friends know your entire history… and still pick up your call.

Grab a drink, call your oldest mate, and join us for The Badger’s in Town—because some friendships survive purely out of love… and mutual blackmail.