Podcast 23 is here and already I am regretting my decision to ask Fat Jim to stand in for Cliff during his holiday.
We hardly touched the news, completely skipped ‘On This Day In History’, and I was forced to let Fat Jim record his own jingle. It was a bit like trying to get an ASBO-wielding ape to sit still and be good for half an hour.
The fact that he drank nearly two bottles of red wine during the recording should give you a clue to its shambolic nature.
I can only apologise, and say we will try harder in future.
Brennig Jones · March 25, 2009 at 6:55 am
I look forward to it with eager anticipation; the perfect antidote to a day infected with two meetings with a blonde, boyish buffoon of a London politician.
Z · March 25, 2009 at 8:16 pm
I’m looking forward to it too. Sadly, only halfway down my first bottle of wine, so not quite fully primed as yet.
ellie · March 26, 2009 at 7:11 am
fat jim is the fucking bomb.
Fat Jim · March 26, 2009 at 8:35 am
Fat Jim is embarrassed at his performance and had had a quiet word with self.
The only bomb I am like is like a horrid one that explodes and covers people in drunken slur.
FJ
Misty · March 26, 2009 at 1:42 pm
Fat Jim rocks, sorry Cliff.
Maybe you could make it a 3 way thing in future.
I Am Livid » Too little, too late · March 26, 2009 at 2:12 pm
[...] is the morning after the night before, and after spending thirty minutes dropping the C-bomb like a seven year-old who has just learnt [...]
ubermouth · April 2, 2009 at 1:20 am
Keep Fat Jim. Dump Cliff.
Ldbug · April 3, 2009 at 5:13 pm
Listening to Fat Jim is the only way to get through a Friday afternoon at work. I would vote for a three way thing at some point!
Stacey · April 17, 2009 at 4:33 am
Where are the pictures we were promised? While Fat Jim’s description of the hand with the polystyrene cup was quite good, I sitll want to see the original!