My first blog post as a 24 year old, and new podcast news

So, just in case you hadn’t gathered from my highly cryptic blog post title, this is my first blog post at the age of 24. I’m sure you’ll start noticing a more mature and responsible approach to my posts – political comment, and opinions on the stock market index. From now on I’ll ration myself to just one fart joke per week. Anyway,

I know how difficult it can often be to find that perfect gift to give someone on there birthday that really sums up your feelings of immense love towards them. I know this because I didn’t receive anything this year, and I’m sure that’s got to be the reason why. But you don’t need to worry. I’ve got the perfect present that will instantly demonstrate your love towards the person on their special day. The 93rd ‘Southside Podcast’! If you want to make the gift even more special, then why not burn the podcast on to a CD, create your own artwork and wrap it up with a pretty bow on top. Wow!

It’s also my first podcast at the age of 24, so you can listen to hear how age has affected my voice. But that’s not all you’ve got to look forward to. Here is the OFFICIAL description for this week’s podcast:

It’s 40 years since the first moon landing, and to commemorate this we feature a discussion with Sir Patrick Moore, who tells us what his favorite cake is. O yes, and he talks about the first moon landing a little too.
And from that we move to a moon walker of a different kind. Michael Jackson’s death remains a primary focus point in the media, and this week, award winning concert pianist Lucy Parham talks about the dangers of being in the media spotlight, and the problems of being branded a genius, referring to classical composers such as Mozart. Plus she warns of the perils of performing outdoor music festivals.
Singer songwriter Tallulah Rendall seems to have been spending her time recently running around in woodland pretending to be a nymph. Come on! we’ve all been there. Tallulah explains all.
And with all that craziness going on, we try to calm things down a bit with best selling author and life coach Lynn Serafinn who focuses our attention on the spiritual, and talks about ‘the garden of the soul’.
So ‘Pod On’™ batman style to the 93rd Southside Podcast.
You can download it
here

As I say, a perfect birthday present, plus you can give them a special birthday cake based on the suggestion of Sir Patrick Moore. Genius!

Anyway, this is meant to be a short post because I’ve got to pack tonight for going to Germany tomorrow with my folk group,
‘The Young’uns’
to perform at a festival.. I’ll maybe post an update from Germany if I get the time, although I’m 24 now and I don’t have the energy I once had, so I might not get round to it.

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Living Next door to the Jacksons – Podcast News

Celebrity stand-up comedian, actor and Voice Over
Marty Ingels offers a unique and perhaps controversial perspective on the death of Michael Jackson. Marty lives with his wife, the infamous actress and singer
Shirley Jones in the same street as the Jackson family. You can hear both Marty Ingells and Shirley Jones, with some momentous Shirley Jones news by listening to
This week’s ‘Southside Podcast’. Retired actor, director and drama coach Jack Lin extols the work of
John Barrowman and tells us what it was like to be the drama coach for
Anthony Hopkins. He also has a bit of a rant about reality shows such as ‘Britain’s got talent’. A man after my own heart, if you recall.
my own blog post on the subject. Jack Lynn is currently residing in a place called
Denville Hall, a retirement home for actors. I’d love to be a fly on the wall in that home. I don’t think Jack Lynn would be offended if I described him as a little eccentric. I think most people working in showbiz or in creative jobs are often thought of as a little eccentric. I suppose they have to be. Anyway, imagine some of the crazy conversations that must take place in the home. I wonder whether they randomly start acting out scenes they’ve previously starred in. I expect some of the more senile actors would certainly do this. It must get very confusing for the staff. Perhaps a fly on the wall documentary is needed although I’ve probably blown my chances by admitting that I’m merely interested in going there to be entertained by senile dementia. You can’t get away with anything nowadays. Political correctness has seen to that. You can even get into trouble just by mentioning the word “homosexuals”, as I explained in
previous blog post. Oo, I’m getting all nostalgic.

And the acting theme continues on the podcast this week as in the studio we have actor and horse racing commentator
Malcolm Tomlinson. Malcolm currently plays the school principal in
‘Hollyoaks’. His daughter
Eleanor Tomlinson is also an actor and has been described as the next
keira-knightley. We don’t just talk to actors though, o no. We speak to celebrity wedding planner
Siobhan Craven-Robins and find out about a
new reality TV show on ‘UK Living’ called ‘Four weddings’. The concept sounds hideous. Basically it’s like
‘Come Dine with Me’ but instead of judging four different people’s meals, they judge each others’ weddings. Is nothing sacred? Also we speak with science fiction authors and critics
Alan Stevens and Fiona Moore about the recent ‘torchwood’ television series and other SF stuff. And you can download it
here.
Actress Shirley Jones has appeared in many films and TV programs and worked alongside many prestigious and talented actors. One of these actors was
Burt Lancaster.
I was reminded of a film that Bert Lancaster played the lead part in. It’s a really strange film called ‘The Swimmer’. I’ve never watched the whole film so have no idea how good it is. It’s meant to be quite poignant and touching although I’m not entirely sure you would get that impression from the trailer. It’s a bit surreal. Basically it’s about a man who decides to make his way home by swimming in all the garden pools on-route. So he just jumps over someone’s fence, whips off his clothes, jumps in their pool and does a lap of honour before jumping over the next fence to do the same in the next garden pool, until he reaches home. On his adventure he meets many beautiful women who fall in love with him. Listen out for the epic line “we made love in this pool remember? and you loved it”. I suppose it’s kind of like Jack Kerouac, only ‘in the Pool rather than ‘on the Road’. Anyway you can watch the trailer
here.
Yours truly David Eagle, a very special human being!

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New Podcast News, delivered from a minimalist, musical bus

Once again, I’m writing from the bus. It’s like a minimalist music composition on the bus today. There’s a constant rhythmic beeping from the front of the bus, which is rhythmically synchronised with the swishing of the windscreen wipers. Now and again, the indicators join in, with some thematic interplay. Either that or the driver of the bus is a mad, evil genius who is using these constant, repeating, rhythmic sounds to hypnotise all the passengers on-board , programming our minds, ready for the day when he uses us as military cattle in his bid to overthrow the world’s governments and rule over the earth for ever. Hmmmmm, must stop eating cheese before bed. Well it’s either the cheese or the mind-altering drugs that’s making me think like this.

Anyway, looking around me, at my fellow passengers on the bus, I detect a few bored faces. If only they knew just how exciting their long bus journeys could be. If only they’d heard of the
‘Southside Podcast’. 90 quality podcasts to download and listen to whenever and wherever you want. No wait, make that 91 quality podcasts because the 91st ‘Southside Podcast’ is available to download. Here’s the description for it:

This week Southside sample the best in antipodean culture courtesy of ‘Toast Festival’, featuring Polynesian dancing and authentic New Zeeland cuisine. We talk to tree sculptors and jousting lady knights at 2009’s Lincolnshire Show. We visit Middlesbrough’s first-ever literary festival and speak with author marina Fiorato. And it’s the last-ever Royal Show after 170 years of existence; The Royal Show’s manager Simon Frere-Cook explains the reason for it’s end, celebrates it’s history and looks ahead to the future working with the Royal agricultural Society.

Plus, what did one font say to the other font?.. Find out on this week’s Southside Podcast, as we “Pod On” ™ with the sounds of ‘Last of the Summer Wine’, guillotines and exploding bodies. It’s just your everyday ‘Southside Podcast’.

And the download link is
here

P.S. In case there are any folkies reading this, I want to briefly acknowledge the passing of a great friend (and I suppose you could say mentor, certainly inspiration) to my folk group ‘The Young’uns’, the amazing folk and shanty singer Johnny Collins. I won’t elaborate any further on this subject here because I’m rubbish at putting strong and genuine sentiments like this into words, plus the folk forum ‘Mudcat’ has an excellent and fitting
obituary to Johnny written by his many friends and fans. It would be great if we can make some kind of podcast that celebrated his life, full of tributes, personal anecdotes and memories of Johnny. I’ll have a think about it and gage other people’s thoughts on the matter. Anyway, that’s all I can think to say. I’ve sat for over half an hour trying to think of something apt, poetic and poignant but I think the forum can do that much better along with his music, including this
youtube clip which in spite of its terrible sound quality, still manages to capture the passion and enthusiasm for music that Johnny expressed to the very end.

Thanks for reading.

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Murder Mysteries and Money Troubles

I hope you’re not going to be too disappointed when I tell you that although I am using the new QWERTY keyboard, I am not using it for the great purpose of blogging while on the toilet. Instead, I am writing from the bus. I know I have written a
previous blog entry from the bus but this time (thanks to the QWERTY keyboard) it hasn’t taken me a whole hour to have written just this. The bus in question (if indeed it was in question) Is the 36 bus heading from Stockton to Hartlepool, if you’re at all interested; although it’s still the 36 bus heading from Stockton to Hartlepool even if you’re not interested.

Anyway, the great thing about being able to blog from location is that now it will hopefully become apparent that I do actually have a life – well kind OF. In the past I haven’t really reported on particular occasions or incidents that have happened to me because I’ve had to store them away and wait until I’m back at home in front of the computer. Therefore, I would only blog about something that happened to me somewhere if I felt it was still worth writing about Days later; but after time, things can seem a bit too incidental for blog inclusion. Well, no more. Thanks TO MODERN technology I can now blog anything at any Time, no matter how incidental, insignificant, or boring. Hurray for technology!

I’ve been in Stockton library this evening, attending a murder mystery event hosted by crime author Martin Edwards. The event was based on one of his lesser known short stories. The murder mystery comprised actors giving their testimony and alibis. The audience then Had to decipher who the murderer might have been based on what the characters said. I was pretty rubbish at this as I spent the first two minutes of each Actor’s monologue worrying that the actor might forget their lines. I vicariously went through the experiences I imagined the actors to be feeling- tension, dread and nervousness, and every time They paused or hesitated I would feel a sensation in my stomach and a pang of panic. None of the actors had in fact really hesitated or paused as a result of forgetting lines. In fact, any pauses or hesitations made were deliberate. One of the actors really had me in a tiz when she stuttered for a bit, hesitated and then said nervously, “o dear”. My throat grew dry and my stomach tightened. I felt as if I was that actor. I felt her pain. Others may not care, happy to Let the poor woman struggle on while they enjoyed their evening, but I understood. However, it soon transpired that her hesitations, stutters and nervous “o dears” were actually deliberate
And had something to do with something called acting. So, I think it’s safe to say I’ll never act in live theatre. Anyway, the good news is that Martin will probably be on the
Southside Podcast in the near future. In the meantime you can
check out his website and read his blog, then you’ll know what a real blog looks like.

To get to the library from the bus stop I had to walk through chapel grounds, away from the main high street. Half way through the grounds, in the most secluded part, I was accosted by a group of lads. One of them stood in front of me blocking my path and asked me – not particularly politely – to give him 45 pence. Partly through relief that he only wanted 45 pence and not more, I TOOK out 1 50 pence piece. He was explaining to me that he had done something to his leg and I knew that he was trying to come up with a feeble excuse for why he wanted the money. For some reason, because he’d asked for 45 pence (RATHER THAN 50 pence) I felt that his need was probably genuine. He’s probably been trained by some kind of organised crime gang in the art of psychology and this may be one of their methods of tricking people. Well I certainly fell for the psychology trick and gave him the money. He’s probably been through a whole educational program about getting money from people. Goodness knows what other methods he’s been taught. I was quite happy to let him carryout what he’d learned in his psychology classes, as long as he didn’t move on to acting out his P.E. lessons. I handed him 50 pence and began to walk away, but my path was blocked again by one of the other lads in the group. I wasn’t afraid. It was broad daylight, and the mind feels less susceptible to danger when the sun is shining, the birds are singing and there’s a nice warm breeze in the air. The lad who stepped in front of me started remonstrating with the lad who’d taken the money, telling him to give me it back. As far as I was concerned, I’d given him the money and I was quite happy to go on my way, but this other lad had a different outlook. The money was grabbed by the lad in front of me from the other’s hand. For a fleeting moment it was back in my hand. I pushed it back into the hand of the person I’d previously given it to, trying to assure the group who had now crowded all around me that I didn’t mind him having the money. I made a move to leave again but now I was blocked by several of them brawling in front of me. They were all hitting the lad who’d originally asked for the money. I gathered from their shouting that there was nothing wrong with him and he shouldn’t have received the money. But if the others in the group didn’t stop pummelling him, then there may well be something wrong with him very soon. I made a move to walk forward to leave but my path was blocked by brawling men. For some reason, rather than ignoring the situation and walking around the fight, I stepped forward into the brawling mass and separated them, telling them to calm down. The fighting immediately stopped and they were quiet. The quiet lasted for a few seconds. Then I walked forward and away from the group. At this point, the man must have realised I was blind. I think I got my cane out to separate the fighting. The lad who I originally gave the money to then came running towards me profusely apologising, saying he hadn’t realised I was blind and insisting I took the money back. I refused to take the money, keeping my hand in my pockets. He then started pleading with me to take the coin back. I shook my head, stopped walking and turned round. IN a low, calm voice I said to him, “Take it, as a lesson”. He said nothing more and I walked away out of the chapel grounds. I haven’t got a clue what the heck I was going on about when I said “take it, as a lesson”, nor did I know why I decided to calm the brawling group down. In fact, why did I even give the man money in the first place? It was a strange experience. I don’t think I would have ordinarily acted like that. It was as if something else was controlling my actions. I did feel a little bemused and amused by the situation and my reaction to it, especially my little preaching bit at the end, as if I’d been in control of the whole thing, engineering the situation to teach him something about himself. Perhaps I was sent by god to preach his message, and this was my first calling. Who knows what other parables I will live through. Perhaps I’ll even start performing miracles. I could claim to be able to heal people by touching them. I could have great fun with that, ESPECIALLY DURING my special women’s only gynaecological healing days.

Anyway, I hope you’ve learned something from my real-life parable. If you’re a priest or a vicar, feel free to use this blog in your sermons. I mean, all that Jesus stuff must get a bit boring after awhile. You do that every week. What about a change?

Well, best be off. Time to record the 91st southside Podcast.

Bless you!

 
 

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Getting down and QUERTY!

And so the glorious moment has finally arrived. This is my first blog post using the aforementioned QUERTY keyboard. I am typing directly into the
Mobile phone. This means that I’ll be able to blog and work from any location, providing I don’t lose my phone and the battery remains charged. Anyway,
I thought long and hard about how to make my QUERTY blogging debut, but after much deliberation I came to the realisation that there could only be one
setting deserving of the privilege. Just think of it, I can now blog from anywhere – on busses and trains zooming across the country, (not that busses get close to reaching anything near zoom point) and a myriad of exotic locations around the world, but even more exciting than that, now I can write blogs from the toilet. Hurray! At first you might think this is a little banal. However, I have most of my great ideas on the toilet. Now you may be thinking, “what great ideas?” Exactly, that’s the point. By the time I get away from the bathroom I have often forgotten
what the great idea was. Well no more. Now I can blog to the world from my toilet, but wait, the possibilities are endless here, I’m not just talking about my toilet, but any toilet anywhere in the world. Wow! Just imagine.

Well, I’ll leave you to imagine, and see if this will send successfully. < Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! (Ah! That’s better!)

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