Gavin has a complaint.
Gavin has a complaint.
I’ve started a new podcast. I’m joined by my regular Sundays Supplement co-host Iszi Lawrence, and we discuss what we think is the opposite of things that don’t have a natural opposite. Like a potato. Or Devon.
It started as a conversation on the phone, where I was bored and asked Iszi what she thought is the opposite of curtains. I can’t even remember what we decided. But it occurred to me that it might make the foundations of a podcast, and I bought the subject up again as we were driving through the night along the motorway.
Iszi pulled out her phone and recorded us discussing the opposite of things, and then we sat down a few days later and recorded something a bit more formal. We released it as a bonus episode of Sundays Supplement, and the feedback we got convinced us it could indeed make a fun new podcast for us to do.
If you like it, please share it with your friends. If you hate it, please share it with your enemies.
I’ve hurt my finger, so it’s difficult to type today. Perfect injury for a writer, I’m sure you’ll agree. I won’t be seeing this guy though.
If you were going to make a cartoon of the Fonz in the 1980s, you’d probably give him a time machine and strand him so he can’t get back to the 1950s too. Hang on, that sounds backwardsly familiar.
I’ve just found a fun archive of cartoon title sequences on YouTube called CartoonsIntros, and it’s well worth a look.
I wish they showed this one more often …
And here’s one of those theme tunes that burrows into your psyche and never lets go.
“Don’t read this in a public place, you won’t be able to stop yourself laughing out loud. It reminds me of Douglas Adams, the careful plotting mixed with those absurdities and jokes that sneak up and make you snort tea through your nose. Hilarious.” Goodreads.
Norman Mi’s house is shrinking. He’s sure of it.
But that’s the least of his problems, even if he doesn’t realise it yet. There’s also the odd time dilation effects at the office, the invisible spiders that no one else can see, and the eccentric neighbours who insist on eating his bacon sandwiches.
In spite of all of this, Norman is a completely average man; a man so bland he would disappear in the middle of Ikea. The trouble is, Norman doesn’t want to be an average man, he wants to be unique, he wants to be somebody, and he wants to amount to something.
And he’s about to get exactly what he wants; whether it’s good for him or not.
Normalverse is the first part of a trilogy about normality and pan-galactic rent disputes.