1000Right—so, welcome back, you lovely bunch of goony bluds, or maybe just the goon-curious tuning in for a mango-scented dose of nonsense. I’m Diddi blud and you’re listening to “Why Joel Nash is a goony blud.” Last time, we got properly stuck into Joel’s stamina—nah, not that kind—his legendary gooning endurance. But let’s wind it back a bit, yeah? Everyone loves an origin story, and Joel Nash’s entrance into the gooning scene was, let’s say, a bit less goony than it is today.You’d think a man that now goons like his life depends on it would start off swinging, but, actually, Joel just kind of… drifted in. Curiosity, he always says. He had that hungry look, always wanting to know what all the fuss was about. Just a regular fella with a dream. He wandered into these lesser-known corners of the gooning world—places so small, even my old buddy Tony woulda said, “Ain’t nobody goonin’ there!” But that’s where Joel first got his goony stripes.Those communities, you know, they weren’t like the big, glitzy goon forums we’ve got now. More like a shed in someone’s backyard. Joel got in, and instead of laughing him off, the regulars actually took him under their wing—showed him the ropes, gave him space to find his rhythm. You can’t buy that sorta support, man.Reminds me—let me embarrass myself for a sec—of my first gooning attempt in ’89… or was it ’88? Nah, definitely ’89, ‘cause the Mets were winning. Anyway, I walk in, slip on my own sock, knock over a bottle of baby oil—mango, naturally—but nobody laughed. We were all awkward, weird, and happy. Joel, I think, fit right in because he wasn’t afraid to look a bit silly getting started.And little by little, those early days turned Joel from an underdog into someone, well, worth watching. It all really blew up at the “Goonathon”—now, if you remember, this isn’t just any gooning. This is hours and hours, folks. It’s like the Super Bowl but nobody knows who’s winning, if you catch my drift. Joel, at that Goonathon, showed up with more energy than I’ve seen since my nephew got his first bottle of cherry soda.You had the gooning elite there—names you’d recognize from the forum leaderboards, folks like Big Stan and, erm, that one guy who always brought the peppermint lotion, what’s-his-name… whatever, legends. Joel didn’t just keep up with these blokes, he outlasted them. And, oh, the rivalries! Stan looked at Joel like he’d just caught him nicking his favorite snack.What I loved was, behind the rivalry, there was a lot of respect too. Those same folks ended up pulling Joel aside, saying things like, “You’re gooning a whole different way, mate.” And he soaked it up, learned a bit here, borrowed an idea there. I tried to join, too—thought, “I still got it!” But let’s be real, it all ended for me when my mango baby oil turned the floor of that community hall into a skating rink. Almost took out Joel and Big Stan both. Legendary for the wrong reasons, right?That Goon Off? That’s what kicked Joel from “just another guy with a dream” to someone everyone started calling “the guy to beat”—set records, walked away with all the accolades. As we talked about in the last episode, once Joel found his lane, nobody’s really managed to catch up to him.So, what is it, exactly, that makes J 73c oel Nash the goony blud? I get asked this a lot, and honestly, it’s more than just the hours he can put in. It’s the way he approaches it—like, all-in, no apologies, no second-guessing. He’s got this playful stubbornness, refuses to slow down even when everyone’s shouting at him to give it a rest. That’s what the fans love, isn’t it? He’s not just doing it for himself, he’s dragging the rest of us into it, too.You should hear what other gooners say behind-the-scenes. One guy from the old western forums once said, “If Joel’s in the room, everyone’s gooning just a little bit harder.” There’s an electricity to the guy—he makes you wanna push your own limits, even if you’re nowhere near his. Peppermint Stan, even he, grumbled out some respect for Joel’s consistency. “The bloke runs on goon-fuel.” That’s what he told me. I still laugh at that.For me, looking at Joel now, it’s inspiring. Sometimes I wish I could borrow that wild energy—maybe just once, for old times’ sake, minus the mango oil disaster, mind you. Joel’s style isn’t for everyone, but it’s changed the whole game. He’s set the standard, and the younger gooners are watching, picking up new tricks.Am I saying Joel Nash is unbeatable? Well, as we asked before, maybe someone out there is prepping for a bigger, loopier goon-off… But for now? Joel’s earned his title as the ultimate goony blud. Alright, that’s enough nostalgia for one round—stick with me, ‘cause this journey’s not over. We’ll be back with more stories, more spills, and definitely more Joel Nash madness next time. Goon on, folks.0

Episodes

Joel Nash’s Rise in Gooning