Last week, due to a convergence of various circumstances, Poofcast 117 was not ready to be uploaded by Monday night. My schedule has been gruelling these last few weeks. I am waking up at 4am every morning, as I have done for the past ten years, to go into my breakfast radio jobs, which require roughly 30hrs a week. On top of that has been training for Celebrity Splash, which is a minimum commitment of 8hrs per week, but blows out to 10 or 12, not only because I have really been enjoying it, but I want to be as prepared as possible for the live shows at the end of the month. As well as these two jobs, I have been co-producing and performing at The Shelf with Justin Hamilton, which also involves the time consuming task of audio production for the eventual live podcasts we release. Then there are the various other standup gigs I have been performing throughout the Comedy Festival. This has left precious little time to edit, upload and promote The Poofcast, but I have managed to do it every Monday without fail. Until last week, when I noticed in Toby's paper edit that there was an unforgivable defamatory transgression in episode 117, which most likely would have resulted in legal action. I decided to hold it over for a week, so I could spend what few hours I had spare on my weekend to edit it and have it ready for the Monday following. Given that the Poofcast has been up every single Monday for more than a year, I presumed we had enough good will in the bank to allow us a week's grace. At the very least.
The only messages I have received from people over the missing episode have been disgruntled missives assuming that some kind of incompetent alcoholic mishap has caused The Poofcast to go astray. The prompting I've received via email, facebook and twitter, has been needy and disrespectful. To those of you who have posted your notices of gratitude to facebook and twitter in the wake of my post on Friday morning shutting down The Poofcast, I say thank you. It was for you that I made such a monumental effort to have something available every week. I have been next to comatose after performing a physically taxing training regime, overseen by a woman who has been to four Olympic games - yes, try saying "I can't," or "I'm tired," to a pregnant woman with Olympic medals who competed in London last year after already having had one child - and in spite of this, for all of you who appreciate the efforts we put into The Poofcast, I made the gargantuan effort to have something ready for you each and every Monday since I started this extra workload five weeks ago.
The snarky slaps I have received by email, facebook and twitter have made me wonder why I bother. Thank you, once again, to all of you who have responded and expressed how much you love what we do. Talking Poofy will go on, but The Poofcast will be silent for a while. I am not working my arse off to be repaid with nothing but disrespectful goading. Toby and Scott may like to plough on without me, and that is their prerogative. The Poofcasts that are in the can will be uploaded when I am good and ready. The recording session I had booked on the only day I had free between now and June, I have cancelled, therefore there will be an extended period where you will have to go elsewhere for your poofy fun. If you haven't heard the full archive, it is available by subscribing or donating at the right of this page.
Thank you all for your continuing support and your many messages of goodwill and thanks. The Poofcast will return, in some form, at some point, when I can manage it.