I received another email yesterday.
Yes, I do get quite a lot as I have said before.
This one however fell outside of the category of spam and was plainly not part of a mailing list. It was, in fact an invitation to take part in a podcast with The Cool-Grandpa.
I declined, with regret.
My reasons are fairly simple. I did some podcasts some twelve or so years ago and found that I had little to say. I am a bloke of few words and am comfortable with companionable silences, which tend not to work very well during a broadcast. I did live radio back then as well and found that I just babbled to fill in the silence. It was embarrassing to say the least.
Also for some reason that completely escapes me, people expect me to be funny. I don’t know why. I’m a humourless old git who prefers to throw stones, not jokes. The only time I have a funny bone in my body is when I crack my elbow on something. Herself thinks I’m funny all right, but for all the wrong reasons.
Herself is another problem when it comes to podcasting. If she hears me chatting to someone in the next room she usually accuses me of chatting up some female or other [chance would be a fine thing] and I have to spend the next week protesting my innocence. I have told her many times that she’s the only woman for me. And maybe Claire Byrne. Or the pharmacist. And possibly the Young Wan in the hairdressers.
So I think my podcast days are over.
I don’t even have Skype installed, and haven’t for years.
I shall remain mute in my own companionable silence.