Piercing the Vale

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For a couple of weeks now, I’ve been looking at these two books in Waterstones.  They seemed to be calling to me.  They were called Mostly Void, Partly Stars and The Great Glowing Coils of the Universe, and they looked like they were just my kind of thing.  But they weren’t cheap, and every so often I would pick one up, notice that it was based on a podcast, and put it down, resolving to catch the podcast before parting with actual moneys.

So I listened to Welcome to Night Vale, and it was fantastic.  And I bought the books.

Then I remembered that I write for a horror website, and I asked The Slaughtered Bird if I could do an article on Night Vale, and they were happy to agree.  Then I wrote to Night Vale themselves, and bugger me, they agreed.  So the headline actor, Cecil Baldwin, very kindly wasted an hour chatting to me on Skype, and I wrote it all down here.

Which was pretty cool.

A la Decouverte de le Serie Tele Intemporelle “Doctor Who” Avent l’Automne

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Following a long telephone conversation with a charming young mam’zelle called Emilie, my gobshite words appear in this article in Canadian online magazine The Urban Bible, spaffing on about why you should watch Doctor Who.  Nobody else in the Doctor Who Appreciation Society can bullshit in French, apparently.

Moths Ate My Homework, Miss

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The chap in the picture is Mr Toby Hadoke, a dear pal of Erica’s and mine, who is an award-winning stand-up comedian.  He’s also a good friend of Robin Ince’s and contributed a story to Dead Funny Encore.

Never one to shy away from using personal friendship as an opportunity to show off, I twisted Toby’s arm to do a publicity interview for the new book.  Then I wrote it all down and hid it on the internet in this approximate vicinity.

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I’m a huge fan of Robin Ince, the stand-up comedian.  I’ve even met him a few times, at Edinburgh and the like, and he comes across as a really sound guy.  So when my friend Jon suggested we trot down to the Bluedot Festival at Jodrell Bank and check out some science-related things, I was thrilled to see that Mr Ince’s radio show The Infinite Monkey Cage was recording there.  I even had a pretext for talking to him…

Imagine my disappointment when they turned out to be recording on the wrong day. I’d hoped to talk to Robin about the new book he’s co-edited, Dead Funny Encore, so that I could publish an interview on The Slaughtered Bird, thus brown-nosing them while schmoozing with a brilliant comedian at the same time.

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Still, I put a brave face on it and went along.  We had a good day, though I got sunburned beyond the dreams of avarice – I’ve always burned easily, but somehow I never quite manage to believe that it’s possible in England.  Come seven o’clock, as French band Air were rambling onto the stage to play a selection from their classic 2005 album This Button Goes Beep, I spied a familiar figure chatting animatedly in the middle of the crowd…

So the Inceterview came to pass after all, and it’s available here, written down in all words with spellings.