"This early DIY/indie podcast became a blockbuster hit because it had one simple, brilliant idea – a mortified son sharing with his friends his father’s hilariously bad attempt at writing a dirty book. Each episode, host Jamie Morton regales his mates Alice and James with a chapter; drinking wine around the kitchen table they dissect his father’s clunky writing and worryingy faulty knowledge of sex and the human anatomy. A winning formula that combined laugh-out loud moments with the no-frills appeal of the ‘chumcast’, earning it 430 million podcast downloads, two sell-out world tours and an HBO comedy special over its six seasons."

- Siobhan McHugh, The Greatest Menace/The Last Voyage of the Pong Su/Phoebe's Fall/Heart of Artness/Wrong Skin

My Dad Wrote a Porno is a delightfully absurd comedy odyssey that reads like a cinematic riff on embarrassing family lore—with a critics’ charm you’d half-expect from Pauline Kael if she stumbled into a frat-house audiotape. The premise is simple: Jamie Morton reads (and mercilessly annotates) the erotic fiction his dad penned under the pseudonym “Rocky Flintstone,” while friends James Cooper and Alice Levine supply spontaneous commentary, punchlines, and skeptical gasps. The trio’s chemistry is electric—they riff, mock, and occasionally gasp in horrified delight as the prose careens from cringe‑worthy to unintentionally hilarious. What makes the podcast sing is the performance: its rawness, camaraderie, and the weirdly tender undercurrent of a son careening through his dad’s bizarre fantasies. It’s bawdy, yes—but also oddly affectionate, a generations‑gap story wrapped in absurdity. It’s cultural criticism by way of belly laughs: a filthy script given the radio equivalent of a standing ovation.