
Well, I suppose it's one podcast, two episodes thereof - but that's hardly the point, is it? The point is that I'm tremendously impressed with myself. I've been doing other things, too; I have now dipped my toe properly in the social media cesspool. Which is a dreadful metaphor, but anyhow, I've got a Twitter:
https://twitter.com/therealadrianw
Say hello, won't you?
Best of all, the détente with my hosts continues to improve. Tentative status upgrade from Not Actively Hostile to Cautiously Chummy. I had a lovely conversation with J about what does and what does not properly qualify as an "atrocity," and my mini-fridge privileges have been restored. All in all, it has been a tremendously promising few days. And what better way to celebrate than with a tale of anguish and terror, eh? This one is from the musty pages of Blackwood's Magazine - one of the transitional fossils in horror literature's evolution. Edgar Allen Poe thought it was quite good; who am I to argue, eh?
If you'd like to read it for yourself, I'd strongly suggest you find an original bound copy - feels better in the hand, and smells fantastic. This one's a bit obscure, but I did find what looks to be a faithful reproduction: The Man in the Bell, by William Maginn. It's an Angelfire page, so you know it's built to last.