Last one for tonight- a bawdy song about farting

(It’s in a Kurt Vonnegut book, so therefore this is high culture, no judgement)

Answering machine message for John. The helicopter’s all in hand, I hope.

Dave Allen evidently had a habit of ringing people too early in the bloody morning

‘I’ve had an idea for a short story’

(It’s quite a good idea, I hope he wrote it!)

This stirring speech is part of a dispute over crown green bowls

I’m fixing old voice recorders for a project. They often come with old tapes left in, so when they shudder to life I get a tiny glimpse of a stranger’s life.

I’ve accidentally become an archivist of disembodied voices and fragments of stories.

In case you’re as curious as me:

#machineghosts

I’m nostalgic for the satisfying clunk of these old capsule machines, so I’m working on a set of toy dispensers for grown ups. Number one - duck of wisdom