I’ve been wandering around with my dictaphone a lot recently. I just wrap the hands-free set around my neck chain, click “go” on the unit, put it in my pocket and I’m ready. This means very long recordings of silence, eating and the occasional tinkle of mid-afternoon toilet breaks. Don’t worry, I edited those out. One thing I realised it that lots of my recordings are dumb retarded shit *. When I’m out with Jimmy Jabroni they are incredibly retarded.