Rum Doings Episode 85: A Bed Smock
by John Walker on Sep.15, 2011, under Rum Doings, The Rest
Episode 85 of Rum Doings begins, as is quite topical for John, with discussions of wedding preparation. Then we ask the big question: who is still alive?
John speaks to some working class people, and then there’s chat about Dexter’s rehousing. Then there’s Nick’s exciting tale of a visit to the doctor! Tales of torturing our siblings, and then back to the wedding again. For instance, should John invite the Queen?
Oh, and there’s a new joke assignment, right at the end.
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September 15th, 2011 on 21:18
“She had a little breast-y cancer” is horrendously funny, Nick. And your commentary on John’s walkabout had me creased. You sod.
As for kids and imagination and stuff on telly, I saw all kinds of horrible rubbish on tv when I was young (I thought Predator was AMAZING, and my sister quite liked it too… but she was traumatised by Gremlins, which we watched on the same day), and wasn’t all too bothered by it.
However, we listened to Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds at school in Music once, and it scared the living crap out of me. I’d be out playing in the street and come back home to get my bike or whatever, and then suddenly have a horrible mental image of a tripod towering over the street. It took me a year to get over that. It still unnerves me.
I found out a few years ago that my dad apparently used to play it to me when I was a baby, to ‘toughen [me] up’. Cheers dad, you fucking prat.
This was a good session! Thanks, doc.
September 18th, 2011 on 06:35
Congratulations… ON YOUR WEDDING WALKER. Congratulations!
September 19th, 2011 on 11:33
I was deeply afraid of the honey monster. The advert in question has a child transforming into living felt. I remember some “friends” (children I was compelled to socialise with because my parents were friends with theirs) were watching the Witches. I had decided that it would be too frightening for me, and avoided it, then came upstairs later to see the tv showing only static, and ran screaming because I had built it up as an object of fear in my mind.
September 19th, 2011 on 11:51
What did the caterpillar say when he went to the moon?
On reflection, the underside of that cow wasn’t a good place to hang my crysalis.
Rubbish, I know. That’s because I can’t come up with many puns to do with caterpillars. I have a whole crater moon ones though.
I’ll keep thinking – I’d larva third mention in your podcast.
September 19th, 2011 on 14:08
I had the exact same thing as John – rushing back to my bed before the flush in the loo ended (although I never thought the witch would get me; but something nasty was bound to happend, surely?).
One other thing was, even during afternoon naps, I had to have my head under the cover, because if I took even a small peak out, there would be a white ceramic skeleton, with a blond wig, and black leather jacket.
September 19th, 2011 on 15:27
What did the caterpillar say when he went to the moon?
Nothing, and you couldn’t have heard him even if he’d tried. He just slowly asphyxiated, never to fulfill his butterfly dreams.
September 19th, 2011 on 16:08
What did the caterpillar say when he went to the moon?
‘This is moult interesting, I’ll be sad when I leaf here.’
Specialist term pun: ‘I best beware of geometeorids.’
September 19th, 2011 on 19:41
What did the caterpillar say when he went to the moon?
“What was ineffectual flapping in its bright direction for my predecessors is now one giant leap for moth kind”
September 19th, 2011 on 20:55
I had the strangest fear when I was a child that things would be stolen from me but a perfect replica would be placed there and I wouldn’t know about it. And i also was scared of placing my legs outside of the bed when it was dark in case a monster tried to grab it lol
September 20th, 2011 on 12:37
What did the caterpillar say when he went to the moon?
“Oh dear, I appear to be on the moon! I butterfly home then.”
I was also going to suggest “Oh dear, I appear to be on the moon! Now I am dead from the lack of atmosphere and the terrible, terrible cold” but Colthor beat me there.
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On an entirely different note, ET was my childhood terror. Saw it when I was 4 when I was round an aunt’s, and for a year after, each night before bed, my parents would have to open my wardrobe door for me to prove that ET wasn’t hiding in there waiting to get me. My wife insists he is cute and adorable, but as far as I can tell, he really is just a walking turd with a glowing finger. No cuteness there; just horror.
Related to the toilet flushing as well, even now as a (supposedly) grown up, if I am walking into a room when someone walks into the room I am in the process of leaving, I have an irresistible need to quickly get to my destination so I’m not seen entering another room. I have no idea why this is, but I get a flash of genuine terror that I’ll be seen. I then have to nonchalantly pretend to have been in the new room all along. Perhaps I am just mad.
September 20th, 2011 on 12:38
Oh – and happy wedding for Saturday, Mr Walker!
September 20th, 2011 on 13:18
What did the caterpillar say when he went to the moon?
“That wasn’t the sort of roquette I’m used too…”
September 22nd, 2011 on 13:21
DAMN.
I’ve just noticed that I wrote ‘…used too’, when I should have in fact wrote ‘to’.
I’m so, so sorry.
September 22nd, 2011 on 21:43
“I had the strangest fear when I was a child that things would be stolen from me but a perfect replica would be placed there and I wouldn’t know about it.”
That’s genuinely creepy, and I really don’t know why.
September 23rd, 2011 on 17:58
What did the caterpillar say when he went to the moon?
Say? He was so scared he centipeed himself.
Or
What did the caterpillar say when he went to the moon?
“I’m a lunar moth!”
November 22nd, 2011 on 01:48
the caterpillar sang “Butterfly Me To The Moon” the whole trip. (in other words, I larva you.)