It feels like a long time since we did a podcast. It's over three weeks apparently. I wasn't sure we'd remember how to do it. But somehow the ability to talk bullshit for an hour magically returned. You can hear the results
at the usual place. There's jingles and everything. And we discuss whether tagging Gary Glitter's sunglasses is a good way of keeping track of him. As well as the legal action that was threatened towards Stew Lee and myself when we wanted to make Mr Glitter the President of our (spoof) campaign to legalise anal sex for heterosexuals (CLASH). You'll have to listen to the podcast to find out more. Apparently Glitter would eventually have bigger problems to face. I think we're safe now.
I'm hoping that my many mentions of Sharpie pens might lead to me getting given some Sharpie pens, by wonderful Sharpie (no use for signing certain shiny DVD sleeves).
It was fun to mess around with my colleague once again. He is still only my colleague. Just because we had a drink the other night changes nothing.
I am really trying to take the week off, but not only have I been promoting Pimms and Sharpie (imagine if those two products could combine), I also adapted my recent mini-newsworthiness for my
New Statesman blog, which was more than the usual cut and pasting I do for them. I haven't got round to tidying the house yet, but one thing at a time, hey?
I read today about a guy who had written a book about 100 things to do before you die,
had died, before completing the 100 things. This is sad and slightly funny, but also weird because that is more or less what happens in the first chapter of the book I have been writing for my own amusement. Except (without wanting to spoil things too much) that my guy dies the day after making the list, before he's done any of them. I hope that if I write my book, that it won't also end in me having a similar kind of ironic fate. Though it's not quite ironic is it. If he'd written a book called "100 things to do before you never die" then maybe there would be some irony, or hubris at least in it all.
I am heading off for a long weekend in Suffolk tomorrow and am planning to visit one of the many archaeological sites that I have failed to visit,
Sutton Hoo. I have been meaning to go for years, but never got round to it. But then today I was considering all the things I have never done in my 17 months in Edinburgh - never gone up Arthur's Seat, never gone to the seaside or the docks there, never been down to visit the medieval city. I really am a lazy stay at home bastard. There are 100s of things to do before I die that I won't get round to doing before I die.
There is no guarantee I will make it to Sutton Hoo as I am staying on the other side of the county, but I will do my best to let you know what it's like. At some point. This weekend is my post Edinburgh holiday and though I will write entries for each day they may not go up straight away. Especially if I die on the way to the ancient burial ground. Ironic? No. Just sad.
And a little bit funny.
