Monday, August 28, 2006
The latest Mikecast (er, he is on the far left. I think ...)
About thirty Swipecasts.
That bloke Istvanski, or Bukowski, or Lebowsky or whatever he is called. Actually, I don't know much about him but he sounds a bit Polish. Us Slavs have got to stick together, innit?
Anyway, the husband has now banned podcasts during the hours that he is at home because it eats into valuable time. Therefore I tend to listen to them when I do the ironing or dusting or other housewifely duties. I don't fancy having to forego several hours of sleep just to listen to them at three in the morning, so there are only two choices as far as I can see:
1. Murder the husband and free up some extra valuable time.
2. Listen to them about six months after they were published, or posted or whatever it is called.
I'll let you know which course of action I intend to take in due course.
Rest assured, there won't be a Bettycast available until technology means you can get a microphone for a quid from Argos and I have managed to master the Bontempi organ. Which means by about 2037 then.
And my hair isn't quite that quiffish.
I mean, just to be balanced, here is a picture of me at http://www.geocities.com/cultura_nordica/old_women.jpg
I never had any credibility anyway.
Were you banished from MySpace in a former life for stalking?
Prefect, grassy arse was something that used to happen quite a lot behind the storage shed on our school playing fields, actually.