It’s a bit of a surreal dream, that two or three people crowded around one microphone in a cupboard could capture the attention of people halfway across the world.
There might have been a time when it seemed podcasting was going to be a passing fad, but now there’s My Dad Wrote a Porno and the Guilty Feminist gaining rockstar status by selling out concert halls around the world.
There doesn’t seem to be much middle ground when it comes to listening to podcasts – either you’re into it or you’re not. Either you don’t listen to any at all or every journey, every moment of silence has to be filled with the witterings of people you’ve never met.
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