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Twitch of Fun is BACK. It feels like a thousand years since the last one and I wasn’t sure I’d even remember how out worked. But somehow Ally and me found our way through it, with a little help from Andrew Windsor.
I’d been sitting in a Costa coffee in Letchworth for most of the day waiting for my car to be serviced. I spent the time looking for news stories for tonight, marvelling over Adrian Chiles not only having a urinal in his house, but that not putting the editor of the Guardian off from going out with him (I sort of get it, having met him - his RHLSTP was amazing, though I didn’t want to marry him after), working on a read for the podcast (I usually just wing those, as you may have noticed, but this advertiser wants copy in advance and might not even book the ad- the cheeky flat pack furniture specialists) and read a bit of Ardal O Hanlon’s new book ahead of his appearance on RHLSTP on Monday (
still some tickets unbelievably)
I also listened to
the Reply All podcast about an earworm hit record that only one man could remember. I only found out about this podcast because I’d chanced across a Guardian article saying that Reply All was a great podcast, in danger of being cancelled for something (I can’t even remember what - I hope it wasn’t serious) but which said how great this episode was. So cancellation again leads to more publicity and more people finding your stuff. Hooray for being cancelled. They should try being cancelled just by people not really being bothered about what you’re doing any more. That’s the worst kind.
Anyway I recommend this podcast (unless the hosts are racist or sex criminals, though the podcast is charming and racism and sex crime free) which takes you on a proper journey that will keep you guessing.
All I’d really wanted from my service and MOT was new windscreen wipers, but amazingly the VW dealership didn’t have any. I don’t know why I went back to them again. On the last MOT they hadn’t had any tyres that fitted my car (the car that they made and that they knew was coming in and that I’d told them needed new tyres) and I’d had to drive around to get some from somewhere else. Just seems like bad practice for a business that partly makes its living servicing and repairing cars. They said I could come back tomorrow when they’d be able to get the windscreen wipers. But Letchworth is a long way to go and I’d already given up the best part of a day. Maybe they should have sent out for them when I’d arrived at 9.15am and said I wanted new windscreen wipers. Or seen I was bringing a car in and just had some ready just in case. They do a nice little mark up on them, so you’d think they’d be keen. Or maybe they’ve got so much money that they don’t need to bother. I don’t know. Adolf Hitler would be so ashamed of these guys.
I write this really to remind myself to do my MOT somewhere else next year. But I will doubtless forget, but at least I get a First World Problem blog out of it.
