Two cousins. Two cities. Zero filters.
Kelsey and Rebecca have been roaring down the phone at each other for years, so they thought, feck it, let’s make a podcast.
Kelsey’s in London, a rock & roll queen behind the decks, DJing her way through the city’s wildest nights. Rebecca’s in Cork, a vibrant powerhouse who’s thriving in her career and full of life. They’ve got romance in the bag, but their to-do lists are screaming for help.
Together, they’re an unstoppable riot.
Every week, they dive into the things that wreck your head, make you scream, or have you absolutely HOWLING. Whether it’s nights out that should have ended hours ago or work disasters, if there’s drama, they’re in it, and if there’s a laugh to be had, they’re definitely having it.
And, of course, they’ll be sharing what they ‘Can’t Cope’ with this week, like emotional breakdowns over bakery hours and dress straps that won’t behave.
They’re not here to be wise or offer life-changing advice, but if you love talking nonsense, love the drama (but from a safe distance), and love two women who say what you’re thinking, this is the podcast for you.
New episode every week. Strap in, ya mad thing.
Music by Jessica Hoare
Follow us on:
Instagram: @cantcopepod
TikTok: @cantcopepodcast
Email us at cantcopepodcast@gmail.com
Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
Two cousins. Two cities. Zero filters.
Kelsey and Rebecca have been roaring down the phone at each other for years, so they thought, feck it, let’s make a podcast.
Kelsey’s in London, a rock & roll queen behind the decks, DJing her way through the city’s wildest nights. Rebecca’s in Cork, a vibrant powerhouse who’s thriving in her career and full of life. They’ve got romance in the bag, but their to-do lists are screaming for help.
Together, they’re an unstoppable riot.
Every week, they dive into the things that wreck your head, make you scream, or have you absolutely HOWLING. Whether it’s nights out that should have ended hours ago or work disasters, if there’s drama, they’re in it, and if there’s a laugh to be had, they’re definitely having it.
And, of course, they’ll be sharing what they ‘Can’t Cope’ with this week, like emotional breakdowns over bakery hours and dress straps that won’t behave.
They’re not here to be wise or offer life-changing advice, but if you love talking nonsense, love the drama (but from a safe distance), and love two women who say what you’re thinking, this is the podcast for you.
New episode every week. Strap in, ya mad thing.
Music by Jessica Hoare
Follow us on:
Instagram: @cantcopepod
TikTok: @cantcopepodcast
Email us at cantcopepodcast@gmail.com
Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
This week on Can’t Cope, the girls get nostalgic and dive deep into the music and artists that shaped their childhoods and teenage years. From Britney to Blink-182, Slipknot to Spice Girls, they cover the full emotional spectrum of their early obsessions. Rebecca remembers the walls of her childhood bedroom being plastered with Joey Jordison posters and talks about how much the Slipknot drummer meant to her. Kelsey shares her enduring love for Queen and Freddie Mercury, her admiration for Lady Gaga, and why Britney Spears was her first and most powerful pop culture icon. Together, they laugh about fanfiction, Discman days, and the pure joy of discovering new music when you’re young and dramatic.
They also chat about the bizarre judgment people seem to have when you go on a holiday alone, the tragic contents of all-you-can-eat buffets, and a shocking dream Kelsey had in which Rebecca was a stone-cold killer. There’s also an update on Rebecca’s love for robes, a vivid description of the post-night-out walk of shame, and the eternal struggle of packing bold outfits for dinner and nothing practical to wear in the daytime. The episode is a celebration of formative tunes and being defiantly yourself, whether you’re blasting Sean Paul from your Walkman or reading fanfic about falling in love with a drummer.
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