The Waiting Room 31.01.09
Oops! Sorry we’re late. Thankfully, we’re not pregnant.
What a couple of tech-fart heavy days. Firstly, the show we done prepared/recorded for Wednesday 29th done got killed dead by our glitch-ridden editing software (now retired & replaced) as we were transferring it from one format to another. Gone, it were, plain old gone. To compensate & salvage some professional pride we put the show back to Saturday 31st in order to allow room to breathe & re-record the entire thing (essentially a re-record of the pre-record).
Secondly, we took it as a given that the show was all uploaded & ready to air, via an auto-post for 10pm Saturday 31st, so we turned the computer off & took a much needed relax/sleep.  Imagine our aghastness, then, when today, late afternoon, Sunday 1st February, we discovered the damn auto-pilot had (again) failed to launch. Buggeration.
Thirdly, we forgot to bloody write the post for this here site – jetlag, see. A contemporary middleclass disease, I’ll have you know.
This, then, is a re-write of the re-write of the original post for the original show.
The above promo art may give you some clue as to what is included in this week’s outing (albeit via the now expected cryptic variant of direct marketing what we employ); ½DC (not at all) fresh from yet another Stateside jaunt goes into some gobsmacking detail about the continuing (mis-)adventures of his erstwhile American counterpart, Ed, whilst boarding under the same roof for almost 2 weeks. Let’s just say you’re lucky he’s here, alive, presenting the show for you today.
Music, then, comes from the likes of Beirut (new EP track), Andrew Bird, Clem Snide (exclusive new LP track), Trembling Bells, Lisa Hannigan, Broken Records, Raise High the Roof Beam, Hari & Aino, The Welcome Wagon, The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, Operahouse, + the very welcome many, many more.
A veritible ear orgy, wouldn’t you say?
Next week we’ll back to our usual Wednesday broadcast time. Until then, strap it on.
The Waiting Room: Saturday 31st January
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yay! We have snow now!
We had a light dusting here yesterday, but our transport infrastructure didn’t collapse because of it.
It’s already collapsed because of the tram works.
Still snowing…
Yesterday I used my coal fire for the first time all year – nice big logs & massive lumps of coal, keeping the bedroom seriously toasty. The cats don’t know what the fuck is going on; Newt, the long hair fellah, is staring mesmerized out of any available window, then bounding about the house like a giddy tit before noticing the fire & watching that for ages then bounding off again to find another window to stare out of. Soko, the prissy bitch, is just demanding more & more laptime because she hates the cold.
Here’s to more white stuff, please.
Barely anything up here, it irks me to say. It’s the thing I miss most about Vienna – we used to get proper snow every Winter. Not always all that much, but enough to make it feel like Winter.
I think DC is in even greater danger of turning into the mad old cat lady off The Simpsons than Shonagh!
Listen to you with your takes of Vienna & water polo & gondola sex…
It’s all disappearing as quickly as it came, now. There was a serious flurry which lasted most of the night/this morning, but as soon as it stopped the ground cover melted. We have the wrong type of air or concrete or grass or something here, in Cardiff, as no matter how hard it snows it never ever lasts for more than half a day.
Perhaps it’s because Cardiff is situated over a Hellmouth?
I thought Cardiff was situated over a rift in the time / space continuum.
Wasn’t Vienna a cat, too? You can’t help yourselves, can you?!
Mad. All cat owners. Hopelessly bonkers.
You know you can get t-shirts in Vienna that say: “Vienna – No Fucking Canals” and “Austria – No Fucking Kangaroos” because, whilst you jest, that mistake happens so often it’s enough to make you set fire to your own fucking pubes.
No, Dylan, definitely a Hellmouth – have you not seen what lives in Grangetown?
Pop Quiz:
Precisely whose cat was Vienna?
DC – You have no idea how often I came back to Manchester as a kid and had to patiently explain, often to adults, that no, there were no fucking canals. The Australia one was less common, but still pretty fucking annoyingly frequent.
No, Dylan, definitely a Hellmouth – have you not seen what lives in Grangetown?
No, but I can split the difference and say that I’ve been to Grangemouth.
Vienna was Rigsby’s cat.
Woman, fuck off back to tidying your desk or whatever it is you do during your monthlies.
Toad, re: Vienna & Grangemouth, one can imagine.
Dylan, are you talking pussy with TWoTH?
Good lord! What do you take me for?! I’m aghast – quite lost for words!
She’s right though.
Did you have to phone her to ask – and then she beat you to posting the answer?!
Haha! Loser!
Actually, it was the other way around; she posted after texting me for the answer.
Europeans & Americans, I’ve noticed, say SMSing & us Brits say TEXTing. Are we all naturally maverick or purposefully obtuse?
And that makes you not a loser, how?
Texting is a word, SMSing is an incredibly awkward mouthful. So maybe we are just lazier/more efficient, depending on how you want to see it.
Dylan, are we on Bebo all of a sudden? Did you do the Black Woman’s Head Wobble as you typed that?
I’m not with you – I’m a loser because I know the name of the cat in Rising Damp? Or because my woman texted me for an answer, what I gave correctly, & she posted under her own steam?
Oh, hang on, now I understand. No I was actually offline when you posted that & when TWoTH texted/answered.
Sometimes, you know, I long for simpler times of Connect 4 & the Christmas Lectures.