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.

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!

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.

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!)

Hi, I’ve got loads of stuff I need to do before I go to bed tonight, so this is just a quick post (hurray!) to mention that the 90th southside Podcast is available. I realise I’ve got myself in a bit of a trap now because for the last two weeks I’ve been saying how I especially enjoyed recording the current week’s podcast and how great the podcast is. I realise if I keep saying this every week then it will inevitably lose any meaning and negate my genuine, honest sentiment. Therefore, can we just take it as red that every podcast is going to be great so that the sentiment doesn’t lose its value. I promise to warn you if ever I think the podcast is not so great on one particular week. However, in spite of all that, I must say (on just this one occasion) that this week’s podcast is amazing and I especially enjoyed making it. Here is the description for it:

“What do you get if you cross Groove Armada with the Nolan Sisters? Find out by listening to this week’s Southside Podcast. Groove Armada’s Tom Findlay explains the joys of ‘Lovebox’ – the affordable music festival. The Nolans are back, touring the UK. In fact it has been rumoured that the main reason for the Nolans reforming and going back on tour was just so they could get on the southside Podcast. Well, their dream has come true as this week we feature an interview with the Nolans. Award winning film director and animator Ed Hartwell talks to us about his short SCI-FI film ‘The Day The Robots Woke Up’ and about the complexities of animation. There’s a short yet surreal interview with Rosie Langhorn (formerly Rosie Hetherington from the dance troop Legs & Co). Southside regular Felicity Hardingham from ‘Golden Goose PR’ talks about ‘Toast Fest’. Find out more by listening to this week’s podcast, plus there’s a chance to enter our competition to win a family ticket to 2009’s ‘Great Yorkshire show’. And, for the first time ever, Southside go in the mix with DJ David eagle! wigidy wack! Booya! Brapp! Jiga Jiga! And all that jazz. So pod on ™ Pink Panther style to the 90th Southside Podcast, complete with frequent interruptions from call centre staff and family members.”

And I suppose you’ll be wondering where the download link is, yes? Well wonder no more, for it is
here.
P.S. I’ve got myself a portable QUERTY keyboard for the mobile so expect lots of blogging on location in the near future. I’m especially looking forward to listening into conversations people are having on busses and trains and then eternalising them in blog form. Fortunately for you the keyboard hasn’t arrived yet and so you were spared the conversation I overheard on the bus today between two men discussing a threesome one of them had been involved in. I only caught snippets of the conversation above the roar of the engine but I did hear him gleefully announce several times, “both ends, both ends!” And then later on – in case his friend hadn’t quite grasped the concept he elaborated on exactly what he meant by “ends”. To be honest, there wasn’t really much more to the story beyond the “both ends” scenario, plus there were a few plot holes in the story, though the less said about plot holes in this instance the better. And with that image in mind, I leave you.

Byeeee!

As the title of this post suggests, I’m on the bus. Not just any old, standard, run-of-the-mill bus, o no! This is “the” bus, the definite article. That’s what everyone else seems to believe. Everyone is so adamant that they happen to be occupying “the” definitive bus. So, for instance, I’m on the bus and someone’s mobile phone rings. When the person on the other end of the phone asks “where are you?” the answer is “I’m on the bus”. The other person seems to accept this response. But then what if the person on the bus asks the other person on the phone “where are you?” and the response comes, “I’m on the bus”? Then what? Wouldn’t this revelation plunge their two worlds’ into utter chaos? Surely such a concept would
Disturb the entire macrocosm and microcosm of the entire universe! Two definitive buses existing simultaneously in space and time? So be careful when making such bold claims. You might get away with it when speaking to your friends but if you said this to a physicist then you could give them a heart attack.
Also why do people claim to be “on the bus” or “on the train” but would then say they are “in the car”? Why do they believe that buses and trains have such vastly different dimensional properties to cars? Come on people, think before you speak!

Anyway, the main point of this was simply to say that I’m on the bus. Hurray! And we have finally started moving again after spending over half an hour in a traffic jam.
In fact, it has taken me all that time just to write this. The reason it has taken me so long to write so little is not because I have spent minutes cautiously deliberating over every word – although I can see how you might think this due to the perfection of my writing style and the brilliant, intelligent content.
The actual reason for my slow writing is because I am using a mobile phone which doesn’t have a QWERTY keyboard, just the standard number keypad. If I was text messaging then I would normally use a lot of abbreviations and slang but I know that many people read this blog because of my perfect, impeccable use of language and writing. I know that Stephen fry likes to read this blog frequently for inspiration and so I must not shirk my immense responsibility of keeping the literary world in order.

This is the first blog post I have written using a mobile phone. It seems a shame that my blog posts have to be written purely when I am stationary, generally at home. My ultimate aim is to be able to update on the move. This should give things a more live feel. However, my appraisal of mobile blogging thus far is simply: “It takes a bloody age!” Perhaps if I got a Bluetooth QWERTY keyboard for the phone then it would be more feasible. I don’t think I would have the patients to spend an hour writing just 500 words. Still, the good news is that it can be done, but it probably won’t be done. Not until I get a qWERTY keyboard.

Finally, I’ve thought of a song parody that I can’t be bothered to do and so I’ll give it away for free for any ailing radio presenters to try recording. It’s a parody of Christina Aguilera’s ‘Dirty’, only it’s called ‘Qwerty”. You see? You understand? Eh? So the parody could be about Christina Aguilera’s attempt to send long messages to someone but she is getting frustrated by the length of time it takes to write the texts. Then she decides that she wants to get a QWERTY keyboard. “Wanna get Qwerty” she sings. So, there you go! Perhaps if it doesn’t get stolen and made into a number one selling single I might do something with it to celebrate getting a QWERTY mobile keyboard. Imagine that!!!

Byeeeeeeeeeeee! (O! that’s a nightmare to do by text. It takes ages to write all the letter E’s. You have to press the letter and then wait for it to clear and press it again and wait and press and wait until you’d wished that you’d just wrote “bye” properly. It’s worth getting a QWERTY keyboard to be able to achieve writing “byeeeeeee” in less than ten minutes.

Well I might not be very good at keeping a blog but I’m one hell of a podcaster. You don’t believe me? Well you wouldn’t would you? That’s just typical you isn’t it? The 89th ‘Southside Podcast’ is available to download
here. And this is the description for this week:

“Following on from last week’s conversation on data protection law, this week we look at disability and employment law with Solicitor Claire Dawson. Continuing our ongoing commitment to bringing you the best in literature, we feature two journalists and authors. Christine Field house’s autobiography ‘Why do Monsters come out at Night’ is an emotional rollercoaster of a book, charting her present life as a mother, journalist and author contrasted with her childhood, living with her alcoholic father. Mark Robberts is a journalist and award winning writer. He talks to us about his work including the many television programs he has written for, his new romantic thriller and shares some insights and anecdotes about working as a writer and as a journalist, serving under the infamous Robert Maxwell.

Plus, presenter David Eagle resurrects, in astonishingly vivid detail, the character who used to haunt Southside Station Manager Alexius Lewczuk’s night’s as a child. Hear how David manages to nearly wreck his whole broadcasting career in just the space of five seconds. There’s a chance to play ‘Guess the accent’ as we listen to a narrator attempting (in vain) to assimilate character accents, and it’s the return of the ‘Mm Game’. All this and more when you “Pod On” this week, in the company of the Adams Family.”

So are you going to download it then? … Look, what about a compromise. If you like, you can just download it and then delete it without listening. At least then, it will make the statistics graph look more impressive. Consider it a way of giving to charity without having to hand over money. Now you can struggle on through the economic recession without having to feel guilty about passing that big issue seller without stopping, and mugging that old disabled woman. So go on,
download it! Aww! Thanks!

And I’d like to dedicate this blog post to the lady who rescued me from a train toilet last week. I know that some sighted people find train toilets a little disconcerting but being blind, the disconcertion factor is increased. The first problem I have is locating the toilet in the first place. The second problem is trying to move down a busy train full of squashed-up standing people without injuring either a few of them or myself. There is also the knowledge that it may prove difficult to regain my seat once I’ve moved and I may have trouble locating my luggage. I can’t really carry a large suitcase down a crowded train and so I leave my seat and head to the toilet at my peril. Then once the toilet has been located it’s often difficult to open it. Sometimes you pull and the door just opens. Other times you have to press a button. Fortunately on this occasion the button was marked in Braille and so it was relatively easy. Once inside, I attempted to close the door but three minutes of grappling around in search of a Braille close button yielded nothing. The toilet remained open. My desperation increased. I found the emergency button, the flush button, a sign for baby changing facilities, the taps, the soap dispenser but no sign of a button to close and lock the door. I decided I would have to ask someone. I took a step outside the toilet and at that moment the toilet door decided to close. Typical! So perhaps it opens and closes automatically when it senses movement. Obviously this is not true. Such a system would have obvious flaws. The toilets in trains are generally quite small and so one tiny movement in the wrong direction and the toilet door would inconveniently open, revealing who knows what. But I was desperate for the toilet and so logic took a back seat. I pressed the open button again and entered the toilet. I then tried walking backwards and forwards, waving my arms frantically, trying to make the senser pick up my movements and close the door. I tried stepping outside the toilet but nothing. After about three minutes of random movements and gesticulations I decided I should resort to my previous plan and to go and ask someone. I stepped outside the toilet for the second time and again, at that exact moment the door closed behind me. I stood there, half paralysed by wonderment and toilet-related desperation. “Surely”, I thought, “you didn’t have to step outside the toilet in order for the door to close, otherwise you’d have to devise an elaborate system whereby two people enter the toilet and one steps out for the door to close so that the other can use the facilities”. But perhaps this was the system. In spite of my desperation, I was intrigued to discover if my theory was correct. I had embarked on this mission alone and I would complete it alone. I blocked out my physical need, using a special technique taught to me by a shaman who had bladder problems, and mentally prepared myself to execute my master plan.

I pressed the open button and entered the toilet. I readied myself. I would have to be quick. My plan was to quickly step out of the toilet and then to quickly step back in again so that I would trick the senser into closing the door behind me, leaving me inside the toilet. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the toilet and quickly re-entered. But the door remained open. I tried again but the door remained open. I stood there aghast, my desperation for the toilet resurfacing. Perhaps I should ask for help after all. But I was just about to step outside the toilet when the door miraculously closed behind me.

So now I was in the toilet. I was conscious of the fact that the door could probably open at any minute. I had no control over this system what-so-ever. I hadn’t found a lock button and so if anyone was to press the open button, the door would slide open revealing a sight that many have longed to see but few have seen. I went about my business and promptly rose. My relief lasted for approximately five seconds. I had successfully gone to the toilet, at last. Mission complete … apart from the fact that I had no idea how to open the door and exit the damn thing. I searched around again for a button but alas, nothing. Again, I located the baby changing sign, the taps, soap dispenser and flush. I found the emergency button, but nothing else. Should I press the emergency button. Was it an emergency? Had it reached the emergency stage yet? My finger hovered over the button. What would happen if I pressed the button? Would the door just open, would a light go off in a room somewhere and someone come to the rescue? Or would alarms sound? I didn’t want to draw attention to myself, that would be embarrassing. Or even worse, perhaps the whole train would stop. Then what would happen? What if there was another train a little way off behind us and the message didn’t reach that other train in time, causing the train to collide into our train and killing everyone on board the two vehicles. Then they would have to facilitate a detailed investigation. Perhaps people would assume I was carrying out an elaborate terrorist attack. Then I would become an icon, a role-model for terrorists and perhaps a spate of suicide train toilet attacks would start occurring and it would all be my fault!!! … Hmmm, best not press the emergency button then. “OK” I thought. “Let’s be logical about this. The toilet door closed on three occasions after three minutes of being stood open. It can’t have been my movements and gesticulations at all. There was no senser. It must work on a timer. After three minutes of the door standing open it would close. So, perhaps the same thing would happen when the toilet was closed. If I waited for a few more minutes then maybe the toilet door would open automatically. I hadn’t locked it, so the system would assume that there was no one in the toilet and open the door”. This seemed to possess a miniscule amount of logic and so I stood there, waiting to see if it would prove correct or not. After five minutes I began to assume not. I then realised that the train was due to stop at my destination in fifteen minutes. I had less than fifteen minutes to get out of the toilet. After that I think the carriages split, sending one half of the train to one end of the country and the other half to the other end of the country. If I didn’t think of something soon the ramifications could be terrible. I had walked down a number of carriages to get to the toilet and I couldn’t be sure that I wasn’t in the other set of carriages to where my luggage was sitting. This was getting worse. If I didn’t get out of the toilet soon I would be heading to the other end of the country while my luggage travelled in the opposite direction. Then, eventually I would be discovered and knowing my luck they’d charge me for the extra part of the journey. Then they’d probably charge me for the journey that my luggage made to the other end of the country. Then they’d probably say I had to get another train to the other end of the country to pick up my luggage, and they’d probably charge me for that journey too. Then I’d have to pay to get back on the train with my luggage and finally get off at the stop I had intended to get off at originally.

Time was running out. So what to do? The emergency button was not an option. Paying for three extra cross-country train journeys and spending hours standing in a loo was still preferable to being branded a train toilet terrorist. There was no point banging on the door or shouting for help. The train was quite loud and I doubted that anyone would hear. Besides, that would have been embarrassing and I wouldn’t want the paparazzi getting a hold of the story. You’ve really got to think of these things when you’re an A-list celebrity. Then the idea hit me. I would find the number of the train company or my train station using one of the directory enquiry numbers – I’m sure
Maureen would understand- and then I’d ring and explain the situation. Someone would notify someone on the train and I’d be let out discretely, and as long as I gave a healthy tip to my rescuer, the story wouldn’t get leaked to the press. It seemed the only way, my only hope. I had ten minutes to carry out this plan before I missed my stop and the carriages split, sending me and my luggage hurtling away from each other at great speed to opposite ends of the country. I took my phone from my pocket and prepared to dial the lovely Maureen, when the toilet door opened to reveal a lady standing before me. I think she was a bit taken aback by my presence and my immense gratitude. She had rescued me from the toilet inadvertently. She was merely an ordinary passenger going to use the toilet but to me she was my knight in shining armour, or should that be, knight in shiting armour! Hahahahahahahaaa! Get it?

So, once more I was a free man. I celebrated by walking down the train, picking up my luggage and successfully getting off at my stop, but before I turned away from the woman who had just entered the toilet behind me, I saw the woman disappear from view as the toilet door promptly closed behind her, without any fuss. I resisted the urge to wait outside for her to re-emerge from the toilet so that I could ask her how on earth she managed to fathom out the elaborate, complex door system. Something’s are best left unanswered. I probably wouldn’t be able to comprehend the complexity of the procedure anyway. In fact, she probably only knew what to do because she was a member of staff. I bet she had to attend a six week training course before she dared brave the toilet. I tried in vain to reassure myself with this facile thought as I headed home with my tail between my legs, though this isn’t unusual as my tail is always between my legs but anyway …

and so, I dedicate this blog post to my rescuer. Thank you!!!

P.S. this is my first bog post. I hope you enjoyed it. Don’t feel obliged to comment and tell me if you didn’t.

Byeeeeee!

It’s that time again! What do you mean, what time?! Time for the southside Podcast, obviously! I really enjoyed making this one, which I suppose might suggest as if normally I’m in a state of depression during the recording of a podcast which is totally untrue – it’s more like a deep, agonising catatonia. However, this week’s podcast I think is especially good. Here is the description:

“This week: Data protection law, icecream and PR. Last week was national icecream week and to celebrate, Southside spoke to Mr icecream Matt O’Connor about some of the stranger types of icecream on the market and revealed some unusual, icecream related statistics. There’s also a special, exclusive to the Southside Podcast, icecream joke. How do icecream men move? Find out by listening to this week’s podcast. The icecream theme continues with Taylor Herring PR who are responsible for flying Italian opera singer Marcello Bedoni from Italy to a field in England to perform for a herd of cows all in the name of icecream. We find out why and hear about some of the crazy stunts that PR companies have devised to promote their projects, including sailing an iceberg down the Thames and landing a spaceship in Lester Square. There’s no mention of icecream in our discussion with solicitor Susan Singleton about data protection law, although given enough time and money I’m sure we’d be able to manufacture some kind of semi-plausible link. Take heed radio presenters one and all as podcast presenter David Eagle provides some ideas for revolutionary radio features as well as helping out a fellow colleague devise the perfect promo. So “pod on” (Ludwig van Beethoven style) to the 88th Southside Podcast.”

Anyway, I better post this before I fall asleep at my computer, plus I know you’ll all be so keen to
download the podcast that you’re probably unable to properly concentrate on reading any more bloggage and so I’ll leave you for the time being and return when I’m feeling more creative and less tired.

Byezzzzzzzzzz

P.S. I think this must be the shortest blog post I’ve done so far. Wow! What an achievement!