Right, I have one hour of time

To record stuff. The way how my life is set up now, I can only sit down to podfic if I’m guaranteed at least an hour’s block of time. As it is right now, I can only record in my bedroom (best bits re: noise control, it isn’t too tinny or echoey), and I read from my phone (papers are too noisy, and I don’t really get on with the safari bit where you can minimise the computer screen and read).

(  I whinge, therefore I am )

(no subject)

Never mind the songbirds and the screaming children in the background. I mean, it’s either the screams of children drunk on the good weather on one side, or the blare of traffic on the other. I know which one I’d prefer to listen to! This fic was chosen from the football BP list, for those who have given permission to podfic. So, some observations

( come on in/ come on in, baby  )