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I Digress: Classic Literature and Odd Tangents

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Narrator Losing Focus in The Hound of the Baskervilles and Other Classics

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Final Curtain: Just Big Boned, Beryl Garcia and Marmite

And now the end is near... I've certainly bitten off more than I can chew at this time of the morning, so wish me luck as we head towards our very own Reichenbach Falls armed with only a small sack of novelty inflatables. Bit husky (as Robert Falcon Scott wrote in his diary towards the end) so please forgive me. But I'm trying to yomp towards the sunlit uplands where I don't have to do this anymore. I do not think I will ever again read or look at or watch any incarnation of The Hound. I have drained it to the lees. Leas? Dunno. Anyway, please enjoy or hate this massive episode of guttural utterances. Plus, please do inform me if there are any other classic tomes that you think would benefit from this kind of brutal treatment. RSC bow (-wow!), flourish, exit pursued by a peckish hound supplied by... that curious duo from the Fulham Road.

63 MIN2019 MAY 10
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Final Curtain: Just Big Boned, Beryl Garcia and Marmite

Enfin le chien at 78 percent plus Dame Edna Thompson's Air Miles

78% of the book. Are we weighing it like a greedy greengrocer, like a peckish Greg Wallace? Answer: yes. It's been a long journey and finally through the mist we spot the hound. A dachshund, a tiny but loveable fur-baby? No, it's Stapleton's luminous chunkiferous fur-baby! He's finally arrived on the scene, through the fog as Inspector Lestrade with great pluck hurls himself face down into the mire in a blue funk. Plus a little bit on Extinction Rebellion and vegan superglue, Dame Emu Thompson and Sophie. Of course I'll be 'offsetting my carbon' when I fly off to the Maldives for an... audition? Now at the denouement. Come on Lestrade, get up.

37 MIN2019 APR 26
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Enfin le chien at 78 percent plus Dame Edna Thompson's Air Miles

The People's Multiple Choice Confirmatory Podcast

Well, never mind the quality - feel the width. I've outdone myself here, certainly in terms of time. 50+ minutes. It occurs to me that the actual speaking bit may be entirely superfluous. Just press the red button and leave the room - Once again we turn away from the well worn track across the veldt for a bit of Brexit, Jill Dando, Blair, not Lionel, well maybe a bit of Lionel, porridge oats, Iraq, my gas bill and other animals. Nurse, the screens. Back by very little popular demand.

54 MIN2019 APR 5
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The People's Multiple Choice Confirmatory Podcast

Where did the Tors Go? plus big dogs, gas bills and tinned tongue.

Sherlock - where the devil is he? I drag my way through this chapter with little of my former joie de vivre. Apols to avid listeners but feeling a tad lacklustre. Must be a combination of world news and the shock of my gas meter reading . Still, Watson learns some new stuff and finds a tin of tinned tongue (empty) in one of the Bronze Age huts on Dartmoor. Which reminds me of those tins found at Scott's base camp which are still serviceable today. Sell by dates? I don't think so. Sayonara, listeners. We will get to the end, one day. Can't be too far off now.

44 MIN2019 MAR 16
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Where did the Tors Go? plus big dogs, gas bills and tinned tongue.

Ch 11 plus cacao, my chilli, Apocalypto, Ziggurats and Foam Balls

A curate's egg this one with me talking into a large-ish foam square with an old but rather good Thomann condenser mic. Don't think it touches the echo of this room. Lots of clicks and rather consumptive breathing sadly - a cross between one of the Brontes on their last legs and Darth Vader after a jog round the Death Star - so vocal quality being maintained across the series. Really selling this experience, ain't I? Meanwhile at the coal face of textual interpretation we continue with the Hound of the Baskervilles with limited attention and poor work ethic. I'm thinking about the chilli on the hob downstairs. I'm a bit hungry. Hence the abrupt ending as I scramble down the stairs, having failed to reach the end of Chap 11. Plagued by guilt about this? Well a little bit (see Protestant Work Ethic). 5/2 Diet day today. Ugh.

30 MIN2019 MAR 6
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Ch 11 plus cacao, my chilli, Apocalypto, Ziggurats and Foam Balls

Chapter Ten and other nonsense inc Fat Balls and Variety Packs

It's too late to be recording this stuff. So if you're expecting a finely made Faberge egg or even a bottle of Brut by Faberge you're in for a bit of a disappointment. However, I have, as usual, dragged myself through a whole chapter of The Hound of the Baskervilles and I give a less than moving reading of the mercifully short poem 'We plough the fields and scatter', for reasons that are not altogether clear - even to me. Plus more on the Variety Pack by a well known manufacturer of breakfast cereals, the waywardness of Sir Henry's accent and the haunting question - what was the name of Dr Stapleton's spaniel, which sadly meets an horrific end in the Grimpen Mire - sucked down before his time? But I digress...

40 MIN2019 MAR 1
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Chapter Ten and other nonsense inc Fat Balls and Variety Packs

Who's that - up on the Tor? Is it a monster? Plus Tomorrow's World.

So we push on (once more) towards the sunlit uplands - or at least the moonlit uplands of the craggy moorlands and sucky fens of Devonshire. Selden, the vegan convict, is up there with his little torch and a unquenchable hankering for sausage rolls (of the animal friendly variety). Sir Henry, cowardly sometimes, fearless at others, sits on a rock, and Watson sits on another rock and they have a chat. But high above them, a mysterious character, tall, chiselled steps out in front of the moon (annoying), arms akimbo, surveying the grim Grimpen Mire. Who in hell's name can it be? What can it all mean? Plus, Tomorrow's World, Michael Rodd, the battery industry con, Arthur Brough and English plus the pleasures of a nice corned-beef sandwich with all the trimmings. Our unauthorised adventures in Slow Audiobook World continue. Join me - subscribe, comment, floss and repeat.

36 MIN2019 FEB 21
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Who's that - up on the Tor? Is it a monster? Plus Tomorrow's World.

Selden the criminal vegan and the Stapletons and other stuff 2

Once again, and sooner than might be reasonably expected, we rejoin Sir Henry and Watson down on Dartmoor for a tad more Hound peppered with the usual ad hoc tomfoolery. Perhaps this time it's tipped over into unalloyed madness - but bearing in mind you need 2 GPs to legally drag me away from my microphone I reckon I've still got a couple of weeks in me. YouTube's misapplication of the Reused Content strike on my channel continues to annoy. In today's episode we do lots of fantastically authentic voices, touch on veganism and double glazing and address the vexed issue of how closely Dr Watson should shadow Sir Henry, given his inalienable right to a modicum of privacy. Love and peace etc.

42 MIN2019 FEB 8
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Selden the criminal vegan and the Stapletons and other stuff 2

Chapter Nine Hound plus Surveillance Capitalism & Apple in Bacofoil

Like pulling teeth only this time with the redoubtable AT875r in a very echoey space. Shotgun dentistry. But nevertheless, despite these technical impediments, we dragged ourselves through a whole chapter, discussed footpaths and other rights of way, Princess Margaret, surveillance capitalism as heard on Andrew Marr R4, and all the while avoiding Barrymore jokes. The slow audiobook movement has never been more irrelevant.

32 MIN2019 FEB 4
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Chapter Nine Hound plus Surveillance Capitalism & Apple in Bacofoil

Close to a chapter from The Hound plus Oscars and Dysons

Well, with an unwonted burst of energy I nearly manage a whole chapter. If I was recording this on the summit of K2 without oxygen or sherpas then this might be considered an achievement but as I'm at sea level with nearly all my faculties then I'm afraid it can't. However, a whole chapter is not to be sniffed at and we are, according to my woeful tablet, at 42% of the text. Plus digressions and a goodly number of deviations. Whoop! Whoop! - as young relations of mine sometimes say to express jubilation. If you want to hear how one should render a foreign female when one isn't quite sure where she's from, then this may not be the template / exemplar for you. But then again, maybe it is. Mother after all is the necessity of invention (sic). As is Sir James Dyson, who has just upped sticks and eloped to Singapore, with his special over-priced hoover and hand-dryer. Has any man ever been praised so much for coming up with rather hum-drum variants of dull first world labour saving devic...

34 MIN2019 JAN 23
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Close to a chapter from The Hound plus Oscars and Dysons

Latest Episodes

Final Curtain: Just Big Boned, Beryl Garcia and Marmite

And now the end is near... I've certainly bitten off more than I can chew at this time of the morning, so wish me luck as we head towards our very own Reichenbach Falls armed with only a small sack of novelty inflatables. Bit husky (as Robert Falcon Scott wrote in his diary towards the end) so please forgive me. But I'm trying to yomp towards the sunlit uplands where I don't have to do this anymore. I do not think I will ever again read or look at or watch any incarnation of The Hound. I have drained it to the lees. Leas? Dunno. Anyway, please enjoy or hate this massive episode of guttural utterances. Plus, please do inform me if there are any other classic tomes that you think would benefit from this kind of brutal treatment. RSC bow (-wow!), flourish, exit pursued by a peckish hound supplied by... that curious duo from the Fulham Road.

63 MIN2019 MAY 10
Comments
Final Curtain: Just Big Boned, Beryl Garcia and Marmite

Enfin le chien at 78 percent plus Dame Edna Thompson's Air Miles

78% of the book. Are we weighing it like a greedy greengrocer, like a peckish Greg Wallace? Answer: yes. It's been a long journey and finally through the mist we spot the hound. A dachshund, a tiny but loveable fur-baby? No, it's Stapleton's luminous chunkiferous fur-baby! He's finally arrived on the scene, through the fog as Inspector Lestrade with great pluck hurls himself face down into the mire in a blue funk. Plus a little bit on Extinction Rebellion and vegan superglue, Dame Emu Thompson and Sophie. Of course I'll be 'offsetting my carbon' when I fly off to the Maldives for an... audition? Now at the denouement. Come on Lestrade, get up.

37 MIN2019 APR 26
Comments
Enfin le chien at 78 percent plus Dame Edna Thompson's Air Miles

The People's Multiple Choice Confirmatory Podcast

Well, never mind the quality - feel the width. I've outdone myself here, certainly in terms of time. 50+ minutes. It occurs to me that the actual speaking bit may be entirely superfluous. Just press the red button and leave the room - Once again we turn away from the well worn track across the veldt for a bit of Brexit, Jill Dando, Blair, not Lionel, well maybe a bit of Lionel, porridge oats, Iraq, my gas bill and other animals. Nurse, the screens. Back by very little popular demand.

54 MIN2019 APR 5
Comments
The People's Multiple Choice Confirmatory Podcast

Where did the Tors Go? plus big dogs, gas bills and tinned tongue.

Sherlock - where the devil is he? I drag my way through this chapter with little of my former joie de vivre. Apols to avid listeners but feeling a tad lacklustre. Must be a combination of world news and the shock of my gas meter reading . Still, Watson learns some new stuff and finds a tin of tinned tongue (empty) in one of the Bronze Age huts on Dartmoor. Which reminds me of those tins found at Scott's base camp which are still serviceable today. Sell by dates? I don't think so. Sayonara, listeners. We will get to the end, one day. Can't be too far off now.

44 MIN2019 MAR 16
Comments
Where did the Tors Go? plus big dogs, gas bills and tinned tongue.

Ch 11 plus cacao, my chilli, Apocalypto, Ziggurats and Foam Balls

A curate's egg this one with me talking into a large-ish foam square with an old but rather good Thomann condenser mic. Don't think it touches the echo of this room. Lots of clicks and rather consumptive breathing sadly - a cross between one of the Brontes on their last legs and Darth Vader after a jog round the Death Star - so vocal quality being maintained across the series. Really selling this experience, ain't I? Meanwhile at the coal face of textual interpretation we continue with the Hound of the Baskervilles with limited attention and poor work ethic. I'm thinking about the chilli on the hob downstairs. I'm a bit hungry. Hence the abrupt ending as I scramble down the stairs, having failed to reach the end of Chap 11. Plagued by guilt about this? Well a little bit (see Protestant Work Ethic). 5/2 Diet day today. Ugh.

30 MIN2019 MAR 6
Comments
Ch 11 plus cacao, my chilli, Apocalypto, Ziggurats and Foam Balls

Chapter Ten and other nonsense inc Fat Balls and Variety Packs

It's too late to be recording this stuff. So if you're expecting a finely made Faberge egg or even a bottle of Brut by Faberge you're in for a bit of a disappointment. However, I have, as usual, dragged myself through a whole chapter of The Hound of the Baskervilles and I give a less than moving reading of the mercifully short poem 'We plough the fields and scatter', for reasons that are not altogether clear - even to me. Plus more on the Variety Pack by a well known manufacturer of breakfast cereals, the waywardness of Sir Henry's accent and the haunting question - what was the name of Dr Stapleton's spaniel, which sadly meets an horrific end in the Grimpen Mire - sucked down before his time? But I digress...

40 MIN2019 MAR 1
Comments
Chapter Ten and other nonsense inc Fat Balls and Variety Packs

Who's that - up on the Tor? Is it a monster? Plus Tomorrow's World.

So we push on (once more) towards the sunlit uplands - or at least the moonlit uplands of the craggy moorlands and sucky fens of Devonshire. Selden, the vegan convict, is up there with his little torch and a unquenchable hankering for sausage rolls (of the animal friendly variety). Sir Henry, cowardly sometimes, fearless at others, sits on a rock, and Watson sits on another rock and they have a chat. But high above them, a mysterious character, tall, chiselled steps out in front of the moon (annoying), arms akimbo, surveying the grim Grimpen Mire. Who in hell's name can it be? What can it all mean? Plus, Tomorrow's World, Michael Rodd, the battery industry con, Arthur Brough and English plus the pleasures of a nice corned-beef sandwich with all the trimmings. Our unauthorised adventures in Slow Audiobook World continue. Join me - subscribe, comment, floss and repeat.

36 MIN2019 FEB 21
Comments
Who's that - up on the Tor? Is it a monster? Plus Tomorrow's World.

Selden the criminal vegan and the Stapletons and other stuff 2

Once again, and sooner than might be reasonably expected, we rejoin Sir Henry and Watson down on Dartmoor for a tad more Hound peppered with the usual ad hoc tomfoolery. Perhaps this time it's tipped over into unalloyed madness - but bearing in mind you need 2 GPs to legally drag me away from my microphone I reckon I've still got a couple of weeks in me. YouTube's misapplication of the Reused Content strike on my channel continues to annoy. In today's episode we do lots of fantastically authentic voices, touch on veganism and double glazing and address the vexed issue of how closely Dr Watson should shadow Sir Henry, given his inalienable right to a modicum of privacy. Love and peace etc.

42 MIN2019 FEB 8
Comments
Selden the criminal vegan and the Stapletons and other stuff 2

Chapter Nine Hound plus Surveillance Capitalism & Apple in Bacofoil

Like pulling teeth only this time with the redoubtable AT875r in a very echoey space. Shotgun dentistry. But nevertheless, despite these technical impediments, we dragged ourselves through a whole chapter, discussed footpaths and other rights of way, Princess Margaret, surveillance capitalism as heard on Andrew Marr R4, and all the while avoiding Barrymore jokes. The slow audiobook movement has never been more irrelevant.

32 MIN2019 FEB 4
Comments
Chapter Nine Hound plus Surveillance Capitalism & Apple in Bacofoil

Close to a chapter from The Hound plus Oscars and Dysons

Well, with an unwonted burst of energy I nearly manage a whole chapter. If I was recording this on the summit of K2 without oxygen or sherpas then this might be considered an achievement but as I'm at sea level with nearly all my faculties then I'm afraid it can't. However, a whole chapter is not to be sniffed at and we are, according to my woeful tablet, at 42% of the text. Plus digressions and a goodly number of deviations. Whoop! Whoop! - as young relations of mine sometimes say to express jubilation. If you want to hear how one should render a foreign female when one isn't quite sure where she's from, then this may not be the template / exemplar for you. But then again, maybe it is. Mother after all is the necessity of invention (sic). As is Sir James Dyson, who has just upped sticks and eloped to Singapore, with his special over-priced hoover and hand-dryer. Has any man ever been praised so much for coming up with rather hum-drum variants of dull first world labour saving devic...

34 MIN2019 JAN 23
Comments
Close to a chapter from The Hound plus Oscars and Dysons
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