The My Dad Wrote a Porno podcaster on the role of food in the show, and the challenges of her new TV documentary Sleeping With the Far Right
I won a competition in primary school for my painting of Nottingham’s Goose Fair; it was a riot of colour with glitter and sequins. The Goose Fair was the cornerstone of the city’s year. The smell of fairs is amazing: deep-fried donuts, hot dogs, the frying of onions. You never wanted to eat all your baby pink candyfloss – it was so sickly sweet – but seeing it made with a stick around the barrel was like magic.
I’ve known James and Jamie [her collaborators in the podcast My Dad Wrote A Porno] for almost 15 years now, starting at Leeds Uni student TV. Jamie is the one whose dad wrote the eponymous porno book under the name Rocky Flintstone – and our show of that is now being made into an HBO special. That’s after we got to do it in bucket-list venues like the Albert Hall. Food’s always been a big part of our podcast, because guests like George Ezra and Daisy Ridley come for dinner and a chat. What was embarrassing was welcoming Michael Sheen, because we didn’t have any snacks or booze. We were desperately unprepared. But Michael brought a bottle of wine and we discovered a rogue bag of Popchips.
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