Tales from The Oddcast

The day I found that big ball of Marijuana under my loose floorboard I knew that the time had come to grasp the nettle and take some kind of definitive action. The owner of that huge chunk of pot would have to leave – I just needed to find out for certain who the owner was.

The Drug Dealer In My Attic

It was the kind of cold, wet, nasty November evening when you think that Summer will probably never come again. My phone began ringing around 10.30pm which I knew from experience could only mean trouble. I let it ring and ring until it went quiet, then I picked it up to see who had been […]

Jumpers

It’s out now, the fourth episode of the Oddcast! How long can he keep this up? I hear you say! Well, I’m just taking it one week at a time, but if nobody bothers to listen I will probably lose enthusiasm quite quickly, so help me out please! Listen to my podcast and let me […]