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Places where one cannot listen to the Word podcast
Posted by stephrock on 19 October 2008 - 3:42am.
I was listening to the podcast on my iPod in a waiting room, waiting to get allergy shots. Realizing that my incessant giggling was causing quite a number of stares, I reluctantly switched over to some music. As the laughter is unavoidable, I must reluctantly give up listening to The Word in waiting rooms.
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You want to be careful doing that sort of thing
or you'll end up getting dragged into the treatment room in a straitjacket for the 250 Volt reprogramming treatment.
Or worse....
Stereo-olfactory transient (SON)volt re-programming: it leaves you with a much deeper voice and hearing banjos.
Podcast dilemma
Listen in public - people think you are crackers
Listen in your car - run the risk of crashing due to mirth arising from Mark Ellen's anecdotage
The only solution that avoids pariah status is to listen while walking the dog (or in my case, famously, while mucking out the commander in chief's horse)
You've got to be careful, haven't you?
I listened to the last one whilst strolling into town. Unfortunately, at a particularly funny point, (something to do with the story about the Robert Johnson pic) I couldn't help but laugh out loud as I was passing a group of shaven headed knuckle dragging inbreds. They stopped and asked me what was so funny and was I laughing at them? I managed to talk my way out of it by explaining I was listening to something on my ipod that was making me laugh,and all was resolved amicably, but I reckon I narrowly avoided a pasting, there.
The magazine too
A couple of weeks ago I joined the interminable Friday evening queue at the basket checkouts in Sainsbury's. While I was waiting to pay I dipped into the new edition of WORD.
It was the Withnail-esque "Horrible poo-sifting diet harridan", used to describe the awful Gillian McKeith in 'the worst micro-celebs of all time' that set me off.
It says something about our topsy-turvy society, when a man who can't stop laughing at something that he's clearly just read in a magazine, draws more worried, sidelong glances than the man who I later witnessed arguing with his own reflection in the plate glass window of Southend bus station.
I can't listen to the Word Podcast
in the car with my family - they just won't let me.
On the Tube
I was grinning furiously on the tube last week listening to the 'cast and a slightly refreshed looking chap gave me a very hard stare. I think he thought I was chuckling at him. Whatever next.
I usually just listen
while I'm sat at the PC at home. The only people who are going to see me giggling to myself are any of the neighbours who happen to look through the window, and I'm sure that such a sight wouldn't come as any surprise to them at all.