Things actually do happen for a reason.
I’m an only child, so growing up I always wanted a younger brother or sister but was left disappointed every Christmas when one didn’t materialise.
Our next door neighbours were always interested in keeping me entertained at the weekends and in the School holidays. It not only gave my Mum some time away from me, but also allowed me to get a bit more independent. So when I wasn’t playing football with mates from School, I would more often than not be round there.
I’m not entirely sure when this happened, but somewhere along the line another boy started visiting each weekend, David. He was four years younger than me and came to visit most weekends. In essence, he was my “part time” brother.
As the years went on, my interest in all things tech started to bloom – starting with us getting our first desktop PC that could actually run a 3D (ish) game (it was either FIFA 94, or Actua Soccer 2 – I’m not quite sure on dates at the moment).
During the Summer/Easter/Witsun holidays, Dave would be next door for as much as he could be. We began to record ourselves pretending to be on the radio; “The Phil and David Show” was born. We’d feature interviews with made up football players, commentary from us playing actual PC games and even news on a league that we played entirely on a fussball table.
Looking back, this was the start of my foray in to podcasting – or at least it started my interest in wanting to talk into a mic for hours on end.
Yesterday, at my Gran’s funeral, I met up with Dave for the first time in at least 6 years. We’ve both grown up, and granted it was a bit awkward at first, but seeing him again brought back so many memories.
If I do manage to find the tapes that we recorded the shows on I *will* get them online somehow. There were some mammoth shows in there, and although most probably sound like crap, they kept us entertained for weeks on end.