That ribald denizen of the audio-based blogosphere, Angie Johnson-Schmit has subjected me to her evil podcast of doom - In For Questioning. It sounds as if I'm in the middle of drowning in a bath full of custard, while having a rant about Rankin-based media cock-weaselry, and seeing how often I can say the word 'nipple!'
Not to mention insulting Allan Guthrie, reciting a wee verse from a potential new Skeleton Bob story (if I ever get around to finishing it) SKELETON BOB AND THE BIG YELLOW PLUKE!, and I also talk about naughty nakedness of the 'below the ankle' variety. Sinful.
One word of warning though: Angie promised me she wouldn't put any reggae on the soundtrack, but she lied. SHE LIED!!!
Labels: ramble, rant, Sawbones, stuff, Stuff about me, writing