Chris Flockton's Podcast Thingies: Recent Episodes
Chris Flockton
Curiosity. Alarm. Incredulity. Whimsy. It all had to come out in the end. Chris Flockton is a British actor, writer and voiceover artist best known as the narrator of VH-1’s hit show, The Fabulous Life. His peculiar brand of sketch comedy has been seen in countless live performances around the U.S. Now, he’s bringing his wry observational style to the web in the form of regular podcast essays.
The knock came at 9:31. I was in a deep deep sleep engaged in a confusing dream involving several good friends from my teens.
They say that rain on your wedding day is lucky. If that's the case, Amy and I should have all the luck in the world.
Over the past three years my life has changed in many ways, the vast majority of them good. Then there's Milo.
I miss hanging up. You know, slamming down the phone. Not that I was ever in the habit of doing it very often, but it was always nice to have the option.
I've taken to worrying. About all manner of things. It's something to do, right? It's become almost like a hobby - just more stressful.
The businessman did a double take. Surely he must be seeing things. He peered out the small window from his first class seat into the half-light of dusk.
It's Fashion Week in New York. Seven days when everyone who live, works, or even vacations in Manhattan, is required to don their very best haute coture duds...
I'm flying the flag. I hoist it into position with a casual flick of the wrist. This is not some patriotic display. I'm not trying to make a point.
It’s morning in the pseudo-countryside. The weekend, now only a pleasant memory, gives way to the bleak reality of the work week.
I’m Googling myself. Sounds a little self-indulgent, doesn’t it? But I’m still doing it.
OK, this is serious. There’s an epidemic sweeping the United Kingdom. The rest of Europe is closing its borders.
I’m not having a good day. You know there are certain things in life that you just take for granted. You just assume they are one way, and not the other.
I’m dating Lindsay Lohan. In my mind. We’ve been in several car crashes together. We’re very close.
I can’t remember which way is hot. In the shower. I used to know this, of course, and probably I still do.
I see a wanted poster. You know, like the ones in the wild west. It reads, “Wanted Dead or Alive.”