Podcasts and Me

If you would have told me ten years or even five years ago that I would be producing a cutting-edge weekly podcast with my son then I would have laughed in your face, well maybe not laughed in your face, but I’d definitely have looked at you a bit funny… But here we are!

There are one hundred and forty-four episodes in and there is still no end in sight (our apologies).

Over the years I have often been stopped in the street by complete strangers and asked questions like….

“Where do you two get your ideas from?”

“Is he really your son?”

“Why aren’t you wearing any trousers?!”

My answers differ to what mood I am in, but I am grateful for the interaction at my age.

There are many positives to producing a podcast with my son but the fact that we are forced to sit in a room together for just over an hour once a week and are still good mates is a testament to our bond.

So, what’s next, well more tenuous quizzes, bizarre songs and ridiculous chatter I would imagine, “so stick around if you want to hear more!”