Rocky Flintstone blasts into the Bull and Last pub in north London. It is a chilly November afternoon, yet “Flintstone” (not his real name) is dressed in a short-sleeved Hawaiian shirt. “Patricia Delisha” is how he greets me, the first journalist to have officially met this pseudonymous author of dubious erotica.
The name Rocky Flintstone might be unfamiliar unless you’re a student of erotic novels. But the podcast spawned by his tale of a sex-mad saleswoman shouldn’t be. My Dad Wrote a Porno is Britain’s most successful podcast — a game-changer that, at a time when podcasts were confined to true crime, proved they could also do funny.
