The podcast technically known as ‘Episodes’ is back for an epic second series. And this time it was recorded in a building with more than one floor. Exciting or what?
Episode 12 kicks us off perfectly with happy, nonsensical chat about:
- Queen Mothers
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I haven’t listened to this yet, but I think all the podcasts so far have been recorded in a building with more than one floor, unless some have been recorded in a shed or something.
In a shock turn of events, not only have I listened to this but I remember saying these THINGS.
I have also listened to this, but I don’t remember any of it. The swerve into basketball was unexpected even though it appeared in the list, which was a delight.
I find myself wondering whether anything else we recorded that weekend is worth using. I seem to remember it was basically all pap apples.
We churned out a good few decent podcasts, enough for Kev to occasionally make a post and have the slightest chance of securing a bean, and then it slipping into the next month and whole thing going back to square one.
Did we? Did we though. I’m not sure we did. But the main thing is that we tried, and also that we all had some mash.
Of course we did. We did a try and we did a few decents. We weren’t churning out the comedy gold but we occasionally dropped a comedy bronze or two.
I think we dropped a few nuggets of gold. Maybe not up to the standard of that one where Ian became King of a supermarket, but we tried.
I for one dream of a day when we can once again reach the heights of a Bananarama Diorama. Great days.
Still, it’s early for Series 2 yet. There’s time.
Once we start plugging away, cracking the whip, twisting the cream horns, tickling Mrs Marsickle’s moon buggie… I’ve ran out of cliches.
We have THIS MUCH potential.
They’re not cliches if you just made them up. They’re just things out of your brain. And I seriously doubt you’ve run out of those.
As I said, we have THIS MUCH potential. That’s a lot.
Also you’ve never twisted some cream horns?
I have a lot of things in my head, most of which should NOT be allowed out. Kind of like my very own Character Hatch (TM).
The Character Hatch (TM) has nothing on the brain that gave the world the Cheeky Chaffinch song.
I’m surprised it took the world so long to realise that the words ‘chaffinch’ and ‘sex plinth’ rhyme. It came so easily after a couple of pints (possibly only one) of cider.
I’m not 100% convinced the phrase “sex plinth” was out there and looking for a rhyme before you came along, but yes, that is definitely something for which you can claim the credit.
I had previously seen it standing on the corner, with a sign that said it was desperate for a rhyme. I could only help but help with such a predicament.
Spend it wisely, sensei.