War of the Worlds 2022. Half hour Comedy Audio Drama with an original soundtrack and multiple contributors. HG Wells would be proud (or some other word).
THE TURD PROPHECY OF HYBOBOLUS CLUNE -A story like no other, read it on this site, upland it to your Kindle/ Audible account or listen for free on Spotify, Pocketcasts, Krump, Google Podcasts, Link, Apple Podcasts, Amazon, Brumble, Donk, RadioPublik, Drommer, YouTube and Flamp https://anchor.fm/bria…/episodes/The-Turd-Prophecy-e1d7nkn
Am starting up a 60 second clip a day thing for social media. It’s gonna run for 90 days and will be a mix of standup, storytelling and skits. Social Media is the only game in town for getting slots for storytelling so that’s the motivation -not ideal for context.
I’ll also be mangling the topic of social media in my upcoming live gigs (well, I say gigs …more like shouting to strangers at a bus stop but the process is more or less the same).
‘Guys, you’re lucky I let United Earth use my AI’, explained entrepreneur/ podcaster Leon Extrovert, ‘that last communication from Venoccus was hashtag too long, like who wants to read: ‘Dearest Humans, we are about to celebrate our megaannum solar ejection with extraplanetary explosives, it is important you do not view this as a declaration of war.’
‘Oh, this, it’s an Andromedan intergalactic secret service uniform.’
‘Come again?’
‘An intergalactic secret service uniform.’
‘Really, what are those three symbols on the breast?’
‘They’re not symbols, they’re Andromedan script for ever camouflaged, ever disguised, ever incognito’
‘So you’re an extraterrestrial spy.’
‘Yes, my job is to secretly visit planets marked for colonization, and blend in before reporting back on how many natives there are, so we know how many there are to kill. The key is to go undetected’
‘Excuse me’, said the traveller to three men repairing the path, ‘I’m lost, and looking for Seanleabapheistín.’
‘Seanleabapheistín?, never heard of it’, replied one.
‘It sounds familiar’, said another.
‘You two are too young to remember‘, said the third, ‘but I know that name well. Seanleabapheistín was a familiar name back in the days of magic, when everything was shrouded in a mist of bewilderment. It was built on a hilltop. Facing away from this mortal realm into the endless potential of time.’
‘That’s it’, said the stranger, ‘do you know the way?’
International podcast host Joseph Logan was empathising…
‘Yeah man, I lost myself once too…’
‘Oh, right, anyway Joe, I rode a bicycle to Kashmir to find myself.’
‘I was coming down from a six day Ayahuasca trip and said to the wife, “I can’t find myself, I better grab a bicycle and cycle up the Himalayas for a look”.’
‘Erm, aaanyway, Kashmir was where I first tried transcendental meditation.’
‘The wife said to me “Joe, you’ll go pure daft if ya don’t pack in the hallucinogens”.’
‘Wherever you left them, it’s not my job to know where they are.’
‘It should be. You took a vow to honour and obey. Surely that includes helping me with the most basic of tasks.’
‘I don’t like your tone, I’m not your mother.’
‘Well I could do with a bit more help, did you put out the bins?’
‘No.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because they’re not due for collection till Wednesday. Sometimes I wonder about you skipper. The board at Starfleet must’ve been drunk when they gave you command of a Starship.’