You're Late!
Sorry! I've been busy lately; a state of affairs which looks like it'll continue in much the
same manner for the next few years, so quite how long I'm going to carry the podcast on
for, I'm not sure. Oh, and if you're Vindy, by the way, you're 100% responsible for
October's podcast turning up at all. Meddler.

Just what has sir walter raleigh got to do with mountain bikes?

Click yourself out of ignorance.

You're late! Don't They have calendars in cheam?
Give me a break, wouldja? There are things in this life more important than podcasts. Not
many, admittedly, but they're there. And to them, mere punctuality isn't exactly one of life's
most glorious goals. If you want podcasts uploaded on time, buy me a rolex.

Hey! You've changed, mister!
Well, you know how it goes - new hat, new photo. If you need the old one, for historical,
sentimental or sexual reasons, it's
here.

So why are you up a pole, then?
Up a pole? Good god, no. It's actually a metaphor for the pillar of artistic integrity to which
I aspire. And sitting on a metaphor is pretty widely regarded as healthy by all good
doctors. There's another photo
here. (At the point this one was taken I'd only just realised
there was a pole there.)

Hang on - I can't SEE ANY PICTURES! Why, god, why?

For the fairly simple reason that you're not using Mozilla Firefox. That'll teach you to be
Microsoft's corporate bitch, won't it? Eh? Eh?

Okay, so when's the next Podcast, then?

Patience, grasshopper. I'm an endearingly lazy person at heart, which means I'm only
going to be putting these things out on a monthly basis. Namely, on the first of each
month, which means the days of the calendar month act as a kind of "count up" to the
next podcast.

Why "count up" instead of "count down"?

Because they won't let me rearrange the entire calendar for practically no reason.

Who are they?

Your guess is as good as mine, frankly. But I suspect Cowbat is one of them.

Who is this Cowbat fella, anyways?

Isn't it obvious? He's the cross between a bat and a cow that lives in my attic and helps
me out occasionaly with web-design projects.

Cross between a bat and a cow? What does that look like, then?

Like this photograph. Duh.

Err, you do know you drew that, dontcha?

Yeah, and the Mona Lisa is my granny.

I'm thick as two short planks and quite possibly American. Who or
what is "posterity"?

Go buy a dictionary with the name of a town in the Home Counties on the front cover.
Ptcha.
I think this interview is over.