In a week where both the Black Squadron photos AND the podcast were made available in record time we had a few other nibblets of news, gently gathered here.
Since today may well be the last regular Black Squadron command, I shall be standing by with readied toast, eggs, water-based markers, bread, fruit, bacon, pans, lavvy paper, biscuits and my bin because if ever there was a time to combine all our training, it must surely be today.
A terrible thought from the Castle's DG but all manner of other exciting things could happen to Adam and Joe between now and 2012.
Mark Thompson implies that channels such as 6Music could be in firing line, along with BBC3 and BBC4.
Adam had a romantic break in Amsterdam with his wife. One would hope that all expenses were paid for by this gig at Eurobest. There should be some opening night photos sometime on the site.
The BUG website is looking much smarter these days and gives dates for the next BUGs in London and Norwich.
Edgar Wright attended the Royal Film Performance of The Lovely Bones, directed by Peter Jackson on Tuesday and I'd like to assume that Joe was there too. Do I get extra points for seeing it a full 24 hours before them?
In 'friend of the show' news, Garth Jennings has a Vampire Weekend promo on YouTube and Ben 'Sontum of Quolace' Mercer played a gig on Friday, attended by several Black Squadron/TweetSquadron members.
Paul O'Connor's made-up joke was sadly omitted from the podcast last month so I have immortalised it here.
As usual, many people favourited and tweeted various classic Adam and Joe moments from YouTube.
Always worth reminding everyone that the full original Adam and Joe Channel 4 shows can be found on 4OD but the YouTube snips are greatly enhanced by the comments.
Finally, with no real connection at all beyond Big Talk and a quote from Joe on Robert Popper's Timewaster book, I recommend the sweet pain induced by Robin Cooper this week.
The podcast (and the show on 14th November from which it was spawned) was so brills this week that I thought I'd listen again and waffle while I go. I'm trying to savour this because I may not be around for all of the live show this coming Saturday.
If you begin to read this and cannot relate to any of the references, you've stumbled here by accident and should just click on. I dribble this stuff out mainly for my own amusement and based entirely on the assumption that you know as much or hopefully more about the things that interest me as I do without me having to qualify anything.
Now, where's that 'play' button? Ah, the Ghostbusters theme......is it just me or does Joe have his own private internal beat-counting machine that's a little bit at odds with the rest of the world? My decision to ignore the word 'metronome' was a conscious one.
And so we arrive at the Gummo/Walsh fun. It's so sweet that Joe's diligence in not mentioning too much about his private life has him describing Edgar Wright as "people wot I know" even though Edgar had tweeted Harmony's joyous response to thousands of people. Adam's impression of Walsh was completely incapacitating to me especially when he turned to Star Wars. Love you so much , Buckles.
If you haven't seen how Harry Hill handled the Gummo thing you can check it below, always assuming that you saw the original, silly X-Factor episode from Walsh.
Ever the professional, without a moment's hesitation, Joe rescues Adam's potentially dangerous 'crutch' ditty and even when Adam seems to drag it back down, Joe just pops in the peg-leg reference to keep them out of the dungeon. Of course, I don't mean any of that. Joe's attempts at professionalism are as hit and miss as the rest of the show and we must always give credit to their state-of-the-art shamboliser.
A teasing hint at Boggins gives way to a little catch up on Joe's trip to AFM and his incredulous reaction to Adam's lack of current film news knowledge. Nice little tangent about Joe's film-going buddy, Droopy Eyes. I nearly used that for my periodical Twitter name change but went with stats thing instead, which doesn't feature in the podcast, if memory serves. Nice little floury buns reference sneaked in during the Postman Always Rings Twice convo.
That seemed like a lovely long intro to the main podcast. I do wonder where they get the idea that people can't tell their voices apart. Do they really mean people don't know which face/body to put to which voice or name, perhaps? I can understand that less obsessive listeners may still not care enough to work that one out. Their voices have very little in common to my ear.
So Joe ponders the Doppler Effect and once again, in his gorgeously rarefied world imagines that leafy French is the only place where you might get trees in a sunny avenue making stroboscopic shadows. I live in such an avenue myself, so I fully understand the effect about which he speaks BUT I LIVE IN CENTRAL LONDONIUM! Silly boy.
Will Adam ever get over having to turn down the Stella McCartney request? I am going to side with Joe on this one. It's alright for Adam and his seemingly effortless ability to have an entire room eating out of his hairy hands but Joe is not a live performer and even though he probably would have been wonderful in the event, he would have spent the preceding days being sick in his mouth and swallowing it. I'd just like to think that Stella did not take it as a personal affront and might even consider inviting Messers Buckles and Cornballs to the bash so that they can enjoy all the fun without the pain of performing.
The more I hear about Adam and Joe's respective partners, the more I like them. If my husband decided to trap me in a car for four hours of nothing but the product of his Saturday morning witters, I'd resign myself to deriving whatever pleasure I could from the situation, specifically absorbing the stuff from the other bloke which I don't live with and have to listen to every day. Joe's sweetly placatory line about him being an escape for her and Adam being a dreadful man-prison, with fleshy bars has been quoted and tweeted several times this week.
I too, have signed up to my present IP's advance registration for in-brain wifi installation. It's the only way to go as fact checking is now the spindle around which any progressive conversation pivots.
Rusty Crowe in Monopoly, The Movie gives rise to a few minutes of their favourite kind of talk. The very idea that there might be a KerPlunk movie is more than my tiny brain can contain but "Connect Four, a film by Joe Cornish" can surely only be a matter of 10 years away. I like Russell Crowe well enough but I don't think I would pay good money should Riddles take up Adam's suggestion of where to set it.
This week, it would seem that 'Adam' Is The Best. Who choses which jingle jongles to put in the podcast? I've always presumed James pops it together after they've left to grab their salmon salad and melon. Somebody in the Castle even took it into their head to make a tiny little sting from Joe's Massage Music, which neither Joe nor Adam had expected or even correctly identified when they heard it pop up a couple of weeks ago.
It breaks my heart that Adam gets so upset about the dullards who smugly note their recognition of the license-free sound loops he uses. The perspective on this is that there are loads of listeners who just tune in, maybe not even every week and have no techie knowledge, no real understanding of the effort put into making jingles. They probably have expertise in other areas. They may be brain surgeons who get the odd morning off to poodle around the internet. Why would their sweet, naive little ramblings matter so much to Adam when he knows that there is a solid legion of dedicated, idiothole nerds who completely understand and love how it all works? I really don't like it when either of them get upset but in the big scheme of things, what a lovely luxury they have to be able to get things off their chests so publicly. Now, buckle down and give us another Song Wars before Christmas please, you lazy good-for-nothings. XXOOXX
Joe alludes to his ego searching on Twitter but if anyone is concerned that he might actually pay any attention to the mindless witterings that you might tweet, consider his comment about Text the Nation. From the mention he gives, you'd think he'd stumbled upon an entire subsection of a psychic tweet-parlour but this is all I came up with. Yes, one of them IS from Yvette Fielding & a couple of other psychic tweeters but the rest are just the outward mumbles of the comment that popped into most peoples minds when the topic was announced. I doubt that he spends more than a handful of nanoseconds skimming over the mentions of his or Adam's name. I reckon he spends his hours searching for more subversive things.
There's a gentle little Boggins invocation with the mention of 'raffle ticket' there, followed by a lovely reference to the Planet Hollywood mini-hamburgers. This reminded me that I enjoyed Garth Jenning's silly little Polish Plums film there so many years ago. Can't find it on YouTube but I didn't really look very hard. I love the beautiful timing from both of them with Adam's explanation for the raffle winning.
One of my favourite jingles ends this section. I have no shame so I don't hesitate to do the 'oow hoo hoo, hoo hoo' out loud on the bus, if necessary. No, I don't worry about looking insane. I really don't care what a bunch of strangers think of me if I'm having fun. If they mistake joy for insanity, that's their problem.
They move onto another lovely accent discussion. During the live show, this topic was flagged up before the song that preceded it and I tweeted that they might talk about Peter Sarsgaard in An Education. I was gratified by a couple of generous responses about my psychic abilities moments later, when Adam mentioned it. I really adore Peter's naughty, lazy, sexy voice so it took me a good few minutes to work out what the hell he was doing with it when I saw the film. The piece from that silly, pompous and haughty publication, the NewYorker was a lovely contribution from Joe. Nice little public school boy delivery of the word 'Indiana' there, Joe. Sadly, the Tim Monich article is only available on subscription which I cannot be arsed to do.
Joe shared his 'never again' list which reminds me I must set the DVR for Joe's little panel show thingy on Dave next month. Once again, the lady partners have my respect because they have to put up with Adam and Joe thinking they are guessing where the music is going to go in a new tune. They're not guessing. Lady-brains know where most new songs are going to go. The combination of a lady's sixth sense and a comprehensive knowledge of most lyrical combinations and musical progressions gives them a seventy percent hit rate. It's easy if you're not hampered by the singularity of a man-brain. Of course, it's a wonderful tool to amaze your partner with so please don't pass this secret on to anyone.
Okay, Joe is a total genius and he clearly has the raggedy remnants of a lady-brain lurking there. He was supplied with the words so he didn't need to deploy the full lady-package. What an inspired thing for Adam to ask him to do. Getting his little sister to sing along to one of those horrid contemporary churchy songs. Why do they sound so tortured and contrived? Traditional hymns are majestic and uplifting but the modern stuff just sounds like an ego-nerd has tried to crowbar some pretentious twaddle into the kind of tune your uncle would hum on the way home from the library.
I have the power to attract people I'm thinking about towards me. It's really annoying ninety percent of the time.
There's a nice little Madness riff before Adam regales us with Joffles' tale of the podcasterly eponymous Dr Snippington.
Another one of my favourite jingle jongles sneaks in before this week's Boggins discussion and the utterly brilliant aural contributions from listeners*. Was it really necessary for that emailer to contextualise his podcast preferences? I do listen to Answer Me This but it is mercifully short and they are rapidly going off piste. There are fewer questions and more smugitudes than when they started. Despite all the approbation Adam and Joe receive they have the good grace to maintain a charming humility. Of course, I am well aware that I slap and kiss the boys myself but I don't directly channel it to the through the medium of text or email and what I write here, is clearly in jest, with what I feel is a degree of balance for the sole intention of amusing myself. The same applies to the fortress of smugness upon which this blog seems to be entirely based these days.
The pro-Boggins songs are up on the blog but during the week, a very forceful case was made against the sweet, smelly little blighter.
So I've arrived at the podcast outro. Adam is successful in his attempt to turn Joe on with his nipple action, drubbing home the point that he is bendy and just consolidating the situation nicely by recounting the nocturnal emissions of his REM sleep. Joe makes a show of leaving the room for this but I think we all know he will not be able to resist listening to the podcast in full. I would imagine there was a moment when they might have considered doing this bit in the live show but quickly realised, with Joe out of the room, there would be nobody to invert anything that seemed like it might go off the decency scale. Some people have tried to get Joe's attention on Twitter in order to give him the apparently unwanted details but really, Adam doesn't actually say anything beyond the bare bones of what we'd assume transpired. Adam makes no secret that he idolises Joe and none of this comes as a surprise to anyone bothered to listen to his weekly subtext. It's no biggy. Nothing to worry about, Adam. Don't be scarred or scared. It's perfectly natural. Now move on.
The nice mention of the pompous email and subsequent retraction restores listeners' faith in how thoroughly they read the emails. Just because they're not read out on the show or podcast, doesn't mean they've been ignored. It's just an issue of volume and long may that last. When the mails stop comin', the show stops hummin'.
Just when you thought the delights of the podcast were over, Adam rammed a couple more giggles down our ears with a blessing from gods we don't believe in, even a blessing from Boggins and his corrected goodbye. Thank you, man.
Once again, my tenses are all over the place but do I really have to go back and correct all the bloomin' things? It'll take away any brio and freshness that might be in here if I start thinking in one static timeline.
In other news...........Adam made a brief blog update to say that BUG will start 10 minutes early tomorrow. I'm sure this is out of his control and it might just be a tactical move at the BFI because BUG starts a bit late sometimes. I do hope everyone hears about this change, though. You wouldn't want to miss Eric Wareheim's Depeche Mode offering on the big screen, now would you?
I haven't posted news here for a while so I'll mention that lovely Lucy has joined ranks of Blog Squadron leader and has made a couple of posts. There are 10 blog entries in November so far, which is pretty good going in the big scheme of things. I hope the team know how grateful we are.
We've had specially selected Black Squadron photos, Boggins tribute songs* sent in by listeners, an absolutely stunning animation from Ben Tucker and an amazing, interactive soundboard from Simon Whittaker. I continue to gape in awe at the talent of Adam and Joe's listeners in the knowledge that it is such a glorious tribute to the wonderful men they are, that people are inspired to spend what is probably an insane amount of time making this stuff. It's truly humbling.
Black Squadron Felt Pen Tattoo pictures went up fairly quickly onto the website this week. They just need to sort out the little orange camera pegs & I'll be happy.
There's a nice bit of kudos in Andrew Collins' blog today if you scroll down to the weekly podcast figures. It's amazing that these two stupid men, wandering around the tiny cabin of 6Music, a digital-only station, if you will can out pod the great Radio 2, mark-overstepper himself. I used to switch straight over to Jonathan in the old days but now that the entire show is recorded, I just think, "what the heck, I'll catch up when I've listened to Adam and Joe's show a couple more times". Is it good blogisquette to put thoughts in inverted commas? I've often wondered that. The whole blog is nothing more than a big, ungainly thought, isn't it? It is good blogisquette to write all this drivel in the first place?
Somebody tweeted or blogged that casting for Attack the Block was all done and dusted but I'd doubt that. Probably aliens needing extensive prosthetics might have been locked down nice and early but what do I know? (not as much as I'd like to, is the answer). Edited to add that there was a casting session today, looking for kids who don't need licenses, can work adult hours but look younger. Also seems it's a 10 week shoot starting at the end of January. Brace yourselves for some lost Saturday shows. I smell six day weeks or at least 11 day fortnights. I shall mourn the lost but I'm so incandescent with joy that this is all happening for Cornballs.
Friend of the show, Ben Mercer had a little giggy this week and has some more coming up. He has pledged to give his amazing Sontum of Quolace rendition if Black Squadron members make themselves known to him at a gig. When I last checked, he also needs to get laid so why not pop along for a completely fulfilling evening.....(sorry Ben, I'll delete that if you like).
Kimika (as featured with heavy Cornballs name-stumbling interaction and intimate Buckles moment at the Electric Proms) did this incredible drawing in what seemed like no time at all. Poke around her Twitpic area and you'll see the whole thing taking shape.
As always, countless YouTube nuggets from the Adam and Joe archives are tweeted on a daily basis.
Eddie Izzard instigated a bit of Stephenage via his Twitter feed during his show tonight. I'm trying to ascertain if anybody recorded it but I can only see one reply on Twitter.
Going slightly off topic, I'd like to link lovely Edgar's beautiful tribute to the late Edward Woodward. This was stolen and ravaged by The Times earlier in the week and caused the sweet fellow an amount of anguish that upsets me as much as when Adam and Joe are hurtified. It seems only right to note Simon Pegg's thoughts on the same subject.
Another little net-upset fell at the feet of Duncan Jones last week as he was provoked into explaining how harmful the accidental discovery & distribution (specifically, critique and comment thereon) of a screenplay in the early draft stage can be. I really hate it when these lovely people work so hard to fill our shabby little lives with carefully honed bundles of entertainment but have to waste their time and emotion responding to the careless comments of lesser beings. As I typed that, it made me wonder if I too am guilty of such thoughtless missives.
Right, I think I've made this long enough to ensure most people have given up after the first sentence.
Finally, I had a nasty shock when my bill came from EDF, the electricity suppliers. It was bulging with unexpected financial demands. This was particularly irksome since I'd rejected their earlier, smaller estimate and phoned in my own reading on Saturday morning. It turned out that I'd punched in the number 64046 as my meter reading. I'll let that one settle in your minds for a while before you lay the charge of 'idiothole' at my feet. It's a fair cop.
The dictates of my heady social life have made this update a little tardy. I'm fairly pleased I didn't go into some lengthy waffle yesterday because I believe this little film says it all, or at least, quite a lot.
A bulging thank you to Adam, Joe, James and all the other people involved in bringing this wonderful hour of fun to us (or just under 13 minutes if you weren't there).
I know the BBC media isn't always available worldwide so you can find this split into three parts on YouTube.
I'm in a mood for some pointless drivel so I'll start by saying how warm and stupidly relieved I felt to see Adam togged up in his cycle gear. His L-bone must have fully recovered and his sudden chin alopecia seems to have abated as well. Buckles order has been restored. Update: Really sad to say that either the MRI link on Saturday's show was a total sham, or the Lbone is not so painful as to prevent him at least wearing his cycling gear. So just when he starts to feel a bit better, someone steals his bike. This is rough justice of an extraordinary kind......just because of one indiscretion with an umbrella.
Was that Danny Wallace's voice doing the intro?
I was surprised that Joe didn't know why Adam's Quicktime/VLC comment caused a giggle or two. VLC is the final refuge of the stubborn media file but it's so bloomin' unstable. You don't want to go there unless you really can't 'Ctl, Clk. OpenWith' your way out of trouble using another media app. That said, at one point, Adam started to launch FinalCutPro and we'd still be sitting there waiting for it to load, if he hadn't swiftly aborted. I guess Joe must have a runner to open his media files for him nowadays, hence his confusion.
As with BUG, the show was driven from Adam's Mac and he had a nice bunch of silly files on his desktop. I'd seen some before but there were new ones too. Joe mused that the only genuine file was the one marked "Pictures of my genitals".
The compilation of some karoake entries was very satisfying, especially as several contributors were in the audience. It's a pity the video doesn't feature the Emmett family a bit more. You can see them sitting near the front of the audience but Joe talked to them quite a bit (and very sweetly, at some length after the recording). He should cast them in his film. Where else would you find an entire family so closely attuned and ready to perform?
Take a moment to see what a miracle young Ben Mercer worked with Joe's already wonderful song, bleeding fingers and all. All that talent and yet he looked so sweetly nervous sometimes.
Didds & Trish entertained everyone waiting in the entry line by emerging for a quick coffee swathed in scarves to hide their chin make-up. Their performance on the day was even better than their winning YouTube entry. If they were nervous, it didn't show and they really looked like they enjoyed themselves.
It's a shame Joe only sang over the fully mixed version of Dr Sexy but that concern pales in comparison to Adam's attempt to undermine the entire performance by pretending he'd never heard the song before with his weirdly detached portrayal of Nurse Totties. He was even trying to steal the limelight with a silly dance at the beginning. (Had to say that to balance the bit about Joe not knowing why VLC is a problem). If you're wondering why Joe chose to serenade Ben, it was because he was the only person in the room with tight enough jeans. That's not entirely true because my jeans were very, very tight but I'd had a big breakfast and there's no cure for the particular strain of sexy disease that I have. Joe would have been all night trying to sort me out. Anyway, as you can see, Ben felt dirty after all that and from where I was sitting, it looked like he employed the international symbol for "I'm not yet comfortable enough with my sexuality to have a man almost twice my age run his mike up and down my body" but what do I know?
In reply to Joe's rendition of Dr Sexy, Adam did his Sushi song which he told us he put together some time ago in order to save the rhino (mission accomplished, I believe). Time didn't allow it to be included in this video, apparently but I enjoyed it. Joe doesn't like sushi. How does that work?
Adam told us of a pitch idea he blamed on Joe, to make a show called Silly Question Time and proceeded to pick random silly questions previously written down by the audience. When the author of the enquiry had been located, they were accosted with inappropriate touching and forced to read it out. The replies were the usual freeform we have grown to love.
Joe wanted to give us a teaser for some of this weekend's made-up jokes and delighted in the contemporary nature of an HD based item. Adam would have preferred a Blue Ray gag so put your thinking caps on.
Boggins the dog made a brief visit to the stage area but Adam managed to wrangle him into a box. Sadly, said box was a little bit too small for him which made it impossible for him to move his jaw. Joe wanted to take the temperature of the humane culling climate in the room and I think he seemed fairly pleased at the general enthusiasm to keep the sweet, stinky, old thing alive.
Edited to add that I completely forgot they showed their 1998 pop promo for Sweet Johnny couched in a brief anecdote about Dom Joly (had any new ideas lately?) and The Chart Show. Happily, this particular nugget is on the Tube for You.
It all went by too quickly but was gratifyingly rounded off with the much talked about silly home movie featuring the impossibly young Joe, Louis and Adam jerking around to Dee-Lite's "Groove is in the Heart". This was shown at the Greenwich BUG and one of the BUG 15s and I was quite miffed that I had previously missed it. It was demented. Thank you.
Here's the main Adam And Joe, Electric Proms page in case you missed it. It has about a dozen (that's twelve, Joe) photos.
I snagged one myself (see above) and in the video you might have noticed the extraordinary backdrop with a bearded Joe. Goodness knows why I find that strangely erotic. (shut up, Goodness. Keep it to yourself)
Finally, you may like to check out the day through the eyes of another blogger, here.
As the life of this blog rests in the balance due to slowly seeping embarrassment, I couldn't let the day pass without making some kind of post. I wasn't sure what to waffle on about but then the very efficient Electric Proms platoon of the Castle's cyberstaff put some snaps up at lightening speed.
I might come back with something silly to say about lunchtime with Adam and Joe but right now, all you need to know is that Ben was amazing, despite his sore throat and sick joke. This was when Joe serenaded Ben Mercer. Just noticed the BBC are encouraging hotlinks.
Apparently, we'll have some video evidence sometime tomorrow (4pm has been mentioned elsewhere), according to Jane. I'm fairly confident I was hiding in plain sight.
Be warned that most of them are deliciously disturbing so don't watch them too late at night. There are some innovative props and plops. Some are best viewed with your sound card removed but with one possible exception, they are a work of true dedication that I can only salute and stand in awe of.
While I scrape myself of the awe-floor, I see that the sweetest man on the planet has diligently posted a comment on each of the Nutty Room entries. If that doesn't make them all proud, I don't know what will. We can't really expect the same from the Haughty Commander but we live in hopes.
I've tried to put them in order of submission date because I think that's worth consideration.
I really hope I'm not making a netiquette faux pas but I wanted to draw attention to the great work of Swede who has finally supplied us with much needed livery.
Please be sure that you are entitled to print & wear one of these. Only the elite listening squad may, in all good conscience, call themselves Black Squadron members. If you're not sure, click here.
Imagine the untold joy you'll have when you've deployed your card, scissors and glue to good effect.
========================================================== In the interest of fairness, this seems like a good time to link the amazing t-shirts by AdamK which I hope are still available here.
First of all, a tweeted treat via Robert Popper to a tiny audio boo, Robin Cooper stylie, with Joe Cornish. I don't know what made me happier - seeing a little picture of Joe or getting dangerously close to hearing some more about Attack the Block. Made my morning coffee taste a whole lot better, either way.
This joy was followed, fast on the heels by my finally be able to sort out a double booking error. Tenacity and calm confidence always rules and nowhere is this more true that at a BFI screening.
I'd originally plumped for BUG on 25th as I thought I might have a more pressing family thing today (18th). That thing went away but my favourite film club (work it out) scheduled a screening of a tv drama on 25th at the same time as BUG. I am strangely addicted to seeing tv on the big screen (holds my concentration more in a big dark room, I guess) so I was grumped at the Clash of the Items. Today's BUG had sold out during the members booking period I believe, so every time I checked I got the blue bar of fully bookedness. I was cool. I had faith. Sure enough, they released some of those naughty seats they keep back for the special people and I got lucky. Such is my faith in being able to get tix to sold out events, I had already lined up a willing taker for next week's.
The last time I adopted this guerilla-style seat booking option at the BFI it meant that I was plonked in a seat surrounded by more media heroes than an old woman can be expected to tolerate. I was scared I might have a Roger Moore moment, but I was cool.
Just remember, 'sold out' rarely means sold out. There's always a chance & a returns line is never quite as long as you might think it is. I sat next to sweet John Schlesinger (and Anthony Andrews) at a 'sold out' k d lang concert once, just because I popped up at the right time for a return. Let me tell you, it doesn't get much more heady than that! [img]wry smile emoticon[/img]
So, I'm off to see Adam and BUG 15 this afternoon. I might even have a walk on the beach at the South Bank to calm my nerves. I won't be signing autographs today but I will be accepting drinks in Benugo's afterwards. Have you tried their pint glasses full of little sausage rolls? Nummmm. (I'll be the fat one in the corner, on my own).
I'm a bit of a netiquette narna when it comes to hotlinking or even stealing pictures but as we all know if you say you don't normally approve of something just before you do it, it's perfectly all right to go ahead. Thank you, Robert/Robin. This gives me pleasure on way too many levels.
I have surprised myself with my own arrogance again by suggesting that some people look here before they might check the actual Adam and Joe blog but it's really a thinly veiled attempt to put some content on this bloomin' thing. James has popped Adam's extraordinary "Coming Back From Holiday Blues" symphony on the blog as a hard, in-your-ear download.
Podcast is up and I realise I am descending deeply into old age. There is what I suspect is a stingle (not really a jingle but too big for a sting) at 40 mins which I have a hazy memory of being at the beginning of an older podcast but each time I hear it (OK, I've listened nearly 3 times now) it sounds fresh enough for me to laugh like a horse. Is it new or is my brain very, very old?
Last week, I made a few potted, random comments about the show but that only works if you're in the moment. It's not real if you have time to think about it, I find. So I shall comment on the Podcast while I listen.......again.
1) I don't like hearing Joe talk about periods (even when he whispers it) or the way he said arse crack but I did like the sound of Adam moving his mike.
2) Love Adam being the grown-up moderator and fore-warner of silly rude bits moving into James keeping the bit where Joe sweetly asks if what they've laid down so far is going to be OK for a Castle podcast. Love Adam sensitively having the grouchy blues in synch with his wife and Joe's apparent lack of empathy.
3) Glad they finally dissed sexy bored link lady.
4) I have the "s t i n g flbldlbl" sting as my text alert so I've had phone-based disappointment three times today.
5) I nominate Joe to make a made-up fact jingle because a) he is the main guilty party and b) the show is always Adam jingle heavy. YES - he is really good at them but if I can generate a little bit of competitiveness about this, Joe is bound to accept the challenge.
6) Staggered that Joe can pronounce Des Moines perfectly but doesn't know it's in Iowa.
7) Pleased to see Boggins back in the studio but I am worried it might be a bit too silly (and you know my silly threshold is very low) I like the premise where Joe pretends Boggins in uninteligable and I thought his 'ouch' acting and general timing was as good as when we heard him wailing and crying at the start on the XFM show that he did on his own because Adam was Spooning at a festival.
8) I knew someone who's boyfriend called her kneebles Kevin and Kevina. Love Joe's giggle when they get back on track. I don't know anyone that can contain a laugh so far back in their throat. Wish I could have a look and see how he does that.
9) Song Wars is BACK! When Adam's song started I thought he'd really excelled himself with a few different features and then he went and did the talky bit and it went on a tad too long but there is SO much to commend it. Part of me thought it was going to be too good for Joe to touch even though I have no intention of voting (Don't Make Me Choose).
Joe's song is called "Bathtime for Bowie" even though the Castle doesn't list it as such. He's right, it cant touch Adam's production value but there are some lovely naughty bits and it's almost like an anthem to all their little Bowie impression phrases. Fave reaction from Adam to Joe's reigning it in comment. "Do you think you're working on Newsnight, or something?"
10) Glad to see that Adam's picked up a proper BBC2 voice-over gig tonight for a 6 parter at 9pm (Design for Life) because he really does have the most bountiful delivery basket. I also note that there's signed repeat on Thursday which he is bound to have some fun with.
11) I know it's a necessity but I always feel a little bit deflated when Joe alludes to the fact that the listener based content is filtered before it reaches him. I know it happens but I don't like to be reminded. That said, I rarely attempt to interact with them (heaven forfend) though I was one of the millions(oh really?) who screamed CARRIE at them.
12) Adam did a gentle little 'let me tell you something, baby sister' voice when Joe couldn't get his head around Wymondham. He loves him so much.
13) Loved Joe's impression of Piper Laurie and Sissy Spacek
14) So Adam has production logistic anxieties, too. I have less of a problem with tv stuff but I often have these moments invading my dream state when I'm watching a doco film in the cinema. I get it with dramatic movies too which is very troublesome because it's the entire nature of a dialogue based film. It's a curse. It's like when someone explains changeover dots to you. Life is never the same.
15) I firmly believe Joe overheard me pose the same 'is it too late to find him and punch the silly Scottish Pirulo from Alone in the WIld?' question to a friend.
16) both Adam AND Joe were the best this week, apparently. I think that pretty much flies in the face of the Big British Castle's trust when words like 'best' are allowed to be bandied about as if they have been demoted from their superlative status. We've had this debate with Adam's jingle.
17) I've listened three times to the giggle attack at 43 minutes and I still don't know what they actually found so ruddy funny.
18) Still thinking about Joe enjoying some lovely Tutti Frutti flavour.
19) Nice email addy work there. Situation normal.
20) Why do the Castle mice imagine that there might be any merit in listening to the Jon Richardson podcast straight after this one? How much disappointment can a person endure? My advice, listen to the Adam and Joe podcast at least three times and leave Jon alone until you have an attack of insomnia.
I do have lickle grabs from the webcam but I've waffled for too long already.
Am I aurally retarded or was there no reference to Boggins in today's show? The butterfly mind of a haughty Cornball has left us high and dry with no continuity but I was distracted, so perhaps I missed it.
The main thing was that I was unusually in company for the Black Squadron command so I was able to carry it out with great ease. That said, I should make it clear that solitary tickling presents few problems for me so I'm not sure why Dr Sexy thought it would be a challenge for singletons. How lame will I allow this blog to get now that the Squadron Leaders are back in situe? Stats are still healthy & I can always use it as a portal for 6Music blog alerts and stuff but that just seems like doubling up. I do notice that Blogger stuff comes up in searches when BBC blogs don't. I can always throw a little webcam shot up here, I s'pose. Like most of my net based mumbles, I'll add something when I really have nothing better to do, I guess. Who knows, I might even be grand enough to offer my opinion on current A&J output!
1) v worried that the first few mins were as lame as this blog 2) deliriously happy that they got back on track at lightening speed 3) incandescent with joy at the prospect of a Song Wars next week. 4) frustrated that Joe had a jingle in his pocket that he failed to share with us due to a sudden rhyming concern - a predicament which has hitherto never halted his presentations
I've been really hoping that a little video gift would pop up here but I kept calming myself with the reasoning that they'd be a bit exhausted after getting back into the early start thing & just scuttle off after doing the podcast links.
Not so! Our wonderful, perky boys gave us the treat I'd longed for - an up-to-date, physical exam. Good Times. A little bit of thanks goes to James, too (stick to the day job, mate).
It's sweet that Joe imagines the country would only tip in the rush of departing wives when he has a tan. I can usually detect a permanent leaning as the ladies (and let's face it, some men) play a little game of Cornish-gazing relay - tan or no tan. It's the national status quo, Joe.
Weeeeeeelll, they seem to have failed to come up with a Black Squadron command this week but they've dressed it up as if to imply it was a planned outage.
We now have Boggins!
.....ETA - just a bit of trivia....from a 'Boggins' twitter search, a few days before the rebranding of the Adam and Joe show was announced, this popped up.
Tweeted by UKcelebs(Twit Parade) @howardread My kids use the word Boggins. It was created by my mum when she wanted to say Bug... and realised there were kids in the room.
