The Stagcast is a confused, late and distinctly creepy podcast. There are a few reasons for this, and they all sound vaguely like the making of inadequate excuses but umm… well, I hope you'll hear me out.
Firstly, and most creepily, this was recorded in a small flat in Holland surrounded by sleeping people. So to avoid waking anyone up I ended up speaking largely under my breath. The result, instead of the tact and sensitivity for which I was hoping, was pretty much the radio debut of the Toad Paedo Voice. Hooray. Super.
And on top of that, just to make things even more awkward, there is some Bon Jovi. I think - or at least I dearly fucking hope - that this is a first for the Toadcasts, but nevertheless you can believe me when I say that this makes me as uncomfortable as it does you. Want to know who to blame? The fucker getting married next weekend who will probably prevent me getting next week's podcast done punctually as well. What a bastard.