Pop Shield

“Hear you’ve got a blog, Pop.” says Jack Daniel to me in the nation’s favourite green room this evening. “And I hear I’m in it, but I’m called Jim Beame.” “Yes, that’s right, Jack. Jim Beame you are.”

“What is it on? Does it have photos, or what is it?” Jack asks.

“It’s on a blogging platform. Mostly text, with some photos. Links to my website Popshield.co.uk and squirts new posts onto Twaddle. I write mostly stories. You’re in it. Lots of people are in it. I try and keep it on the funny side.”

“And can you leave comments? If so, then I’m going to find myself and leave a comment. Sign it Jim Beame” says Jack.

“I have a dilemma, Pop” says Mark. “On the one hand I want to get mentioned in your blog, but on the other hand I really don’t want anything to go wrong this evening if at all possible.”

“Hmm, it is true, Sherlock. There do seem to have been lots of posts about things going wrong recently. And furthermore, there are some recent disasters in the buffer that I haven’t even posted yet. Incidents like *eek* where I’m still waiting for the trauma to subside and mutate into hilarity.”

We go into the studio. Jack asks for a couple of bits. “Please can I have a proper pop shield, Pops? And can you turn the TV off if you can find the relevant controller.”

Fortunately, I keep just such a useful controller in my pocket. It’s called a finger. It’s digital and everything!

“Those are my only demands!” declares Jack. “Unless you count harrumble carrumble frobisher. THAT will give you something to blog about!” Laughter.

We record the show and have a thoroughly nice evening of it. The aforementioned harrumble carrumble frobisher does not materialise.

But here I am blogging anyway just so Mark gets his mention without the equipment falling to bits. And so does Sara. Merry Christmas dudes.