Picture the scene last Sunday:
I’m sitting half asleep at midday. I’ve only had three hours sleep because K8 the GR8 and TAT have been on the tiles all night celebrating K8’s birthday. They stayed the night, and are clattering around me. TAT [fair play to him] is frying up a breakfast, and Herself is wandering around in a daze as she too missed her sleep. K8 is giving out about her hangover. Puppychild is having a fine time bashing our Sandy over the head with a tray.
In other words, a quiet Sunday, where I just wish I’m in bed.
Suddenly I remember – it’s Podcast time! I had forgotten all about it. So I connect up to tell the other Podcast members that they can stick it for once.
But it’s too late. They have me on line and I can’t get off again.
So into the middle of this domestic chaos I am suddenly speaking to America and Australia. And I haven’t a clue what we are talking about. There is no schedule or running order. We just talk about wherever the conversation takes us, and the result is fun.
In the next hour, myself, Baino, Brianf, Jefferson and K8 bat the breeze [as they say], with occasional interruptions from Granny, TAT, Drummerboy, Puppychild and Sandy. There’s even a contribution from the New Zealand Pubcast crew.
The whole lot was recorded and has been edited by Jefferson to remove the rude bits [well, most of them].
I think it is the best show yet. It’s chaos. It’s fun. It’s zany.
It’s also the last show. So it’s a bit of a party.