Category: Audio

I’ve talked about music before — musicals, really — but what I haven’t told you is that I, like most grown men, have dirty, dark secrets hidden away in my music collection. Secreted away, in places that even a competent government agency would struggle to find, I have music by artists such as William Shatner, Meatloaf and even, though I hesitate to admit this, Dashboard Confessional (that folder is hidden and encrypted, for obvious reasons…) If that wasn’t dank and…

I was just downstairs listening to the radio (Radio 2, of course) when Josie Lawrence (of Whose Line? fame) started to talk about a silent disco that she’d attended. My interest was immediately piqued. You see, back during my wild, formative days at university, I developed a minor case of tinnitus. There was some kind of ‘local rock’ festival that ran for a week, and I attended every performance. It was a great week, and I took some great photos…

Okay, I’m exaggerating slightly, but in my head it’s a lovely, golden trophy. With gilded bits, and encrusted rubies. And a blank plate at the bottom with just my name on it, because I’m the first — and last — to wield such a virtual machination. Yesterday I was linked to by WoWInsider — the ‘definitive’ World of Warcraft news source. It’s basically a huge collection of journalists that write about every aspect of WoW. One of them, Jennie Lees…

I shouldn’t be left late at night with a microphone and a harrowing tale to tell: (If you can’t see the player, you’ll have to visit my blog. It should also be at the bottom, if you’re using Google Reader!) Tonight I tell the tale of, in the form of an audio blog, ‘healthy alternative transport’ gone wrong. The tale of how I almost log my legs trying to traverse the pretty (but seemingly deadly) city of Amsterdam. It was…

[Updated album list, 28th June 2009 -S] That’s actually a misquotation from Casablanca, but it’s so ingrained in our contemporary ethos that no one really cares (she actually says “Play it, Sam, play ‘As Time Goes By‘, one of the most sappy songs of all time). Bogart’s ‘Here’s looking at you, kid’ wasn’t in the original screenplay either — it was something said from Bogart to Bergman while he was trying to teach her poker in between takes. Anyway, I…

I’m sitting here, sipping my tumbler glass full of whiskey — straight, single malt of course — with my feet up on my desk. The laptop is actually in between my legs, which is a rather interesting angle to type from, but it works. If only I had a roaring log fire, the image would be complete; unfortunately I have to make-do with a blow-heater that sounds like its on its last legs, trying to heat up my own little…