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Skypecasts – What they meant to me.

When I first made the grim discovery that skypecasts were coming to a sudden and somewhat dramatic hault. I, like most of us, was at first outraged, then saddened, and left with an overwhelming feeling of discontent

Skypecasts were such a big part of our skype lives, and when they were removed, we were all left with a strange skypecasts-shaped hole, which many tried to fill with various other ill-fitting pieces of the voip jigsaw. I have yet to find anything which fits, all glove-like. And in a way, I’m sort of glad I hadn’t betrayed skype for all those years of entertainment and friendships to set up camp with paltalk, (which by the way, – isn’t worth the bread it’s buttered on).
Skype has mentioned in various blogs that at some point in the not too distant future, that there is the possibility of Skypecasts returning to our screens. But until that day, we are all left in a seemingly permanent state of limbo, not knowing what our Skype futures hold.

Skypecasts were such a fantastic medium for bringing folks together. Be it you’re a twenty-something mother of three who lives in a highrise in Glasgow who’s mad on Elton and 14th Century French poetry or an Elderly Gent from Grimsby who’s desperately seeking somebody to chat with about Le Parkour.

Skype is wonderful, in the respect that it doesn’t matter who you are, how old you are, what you look like, or even what colour your nasal passages are – You’re certain to find chums to socialise with that ordinarily you might not have the chance to meet. I have met many fantastic, and frankly – Magic people on skype, and truly if it hadnt been for skype, I would never have encountered said individuals. Some I just picked up, in the sense that I treated some Casts almost as a meeting ground of sorts, Ah.. I sound like a filthy pervert on a heath somewhere. But, not all Casts were my bag, although there were a few regular shindigs I attended with great mirth. Mark Mercer’s Loving Caring and Sharing and his hilarious round of polyphonic ringtones “MOMMY MOMMY, ARRRIIBBAA!! YAHOOO!!!”, Comfy’s aptly named ‘Sexy Chat’, and of course, the highlight of our week – The Friday Night Quiz Nite with Jeffrey James Joseph Joggington!

Some casts were seriously dire, making you feel like you were about to be sick in your mouth any second almost full to the brim with complete nutjobs. However, then you’d jump into a lovely Cast, teaming with brilliant and hilarious intellectuals and all would seem right with the world. Don’t get me wrong, there were quite a few fuckwits to be encountered along the way, but it was definitely worth it, for in this case, the pros outweighed the cons.

To name a few occurances; Nights spent giggling until I was literally blue in the face and verging the point of sitting in sodden knickers, mini-makeup tutorials with mirror and webcam both stategically placed, vomitting LIVE on mebeam after one too many glasses of white wine. I think Bill Bailey summed it up pretty accurately with: “STEP AWAY FROM THE CHARDONNAY!” Watching Freaks and Geeks with Lady K, and both giggling in unison like twelve-year-olds at James Franco’s quarter smile, worrying our little pants off about our Texan Goddess Anni, stuck slam in the middle of Hurricane Ike, Staying at Lady K’s with Arman and Daz – eating sausage sandwiches which I’m positive Karen didn’t make, and in fact blackmailing angels to prepare for us, Daz whipping a spoon out like it was an attachment and sitting infront of the fridge on his honkers asking “Whose is this Banana?” looking truly like a monkey bwai, throwing a frisbee about in the park and doing a Daria – refusing to catch it, sharing a melty moment looking at gorgeous children in Nando’s, laying on Rosser’s floor smashed off my tits and chirping away on the phone to my mother with very drunk sentiments such as “I LOVE YOU, YOU’RE A BRILLIANT MOTHER, IF YOU HADN’T OF MED ME, I WOULD NEVER BE THIS HAPPY!” and having my own personal manicurist hahaha!! Flower arranging with Davina, trying desperately not to bugger up her bouquet and sharing lovely Gregg’s sausage rolls, and buying a random candle,
Chortling away and having my mother call my mobile at stupid o’clock telling me to shut the fuck up, if you’d pardon my french, watching spaced and various films with lovely chums, more giggling like a lunatic, and all the tiswos fanatics we encountered on the long mornings/afternoons/evenings we all spent together.

So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, I wouldn’t have met these fab characters, had it not been for the casts. And although they’re gone, hopefully Skype’ll realise what a mistake they made by wishing them riddance. You never know, they might hold up their end of the bargain and bring them back into existence. Here’s to hoping…