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Sunday, May 6, 2007 by Fred Stacey.
This is my first Blog - anywhere. Mainly because I couldn’t be arsed! I ave just put a new show up on the server in the all new 64 bit clarity. Actually I think it needs tweaking but Bill thinks its ok - opinions either here or to my email addy. Can’t think of anything else to say at the moment but when something cheeses me off then you’ll know about it on here.
Have a good one (next show Wednesday)
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Sunday, May 6, 2007 by Bill Everatt.
Hello again, more news on the May 6th update of the Underground Edition from Celtica Radio.
In this weeks show, Keith Berry-Davies reads “The Fart In The Dark,” an interesting story which may be true or may be false, but definitely smelly! Don’t forget, you can get more details on this tale and others from a book written by Mark Barber which is called Urban Legends Uncovered.
Andrew John is here with news about the animals going in two by two.
And in the aftermath of the UK regional election results we thought this weeks who said this? Should have a political flavour… So, who did say this? “I have come to the conclusion that politics are too serious a matter to be left to the politicians.” Who do you think said that?
We also discuss the incredible story of the Bloggers who dared to stand up to the AACS business group, and their alleged attempts at censorship.
Plus we’ve also got some great music and information on the artists from amongst others; The Merlin Bird, Hard Logic, Electron Love Theory, Quinn’s Uncles, 3 Blind Mice and in a moment Maggie Khiane.
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Friday, May 4, 2007 by Steve Edge.
Hello again, this is Steve Edge here, Head of Music for Celtica Radio. We’ve added more great tunes to our playlist, and in the latest show I’m playing music by;-
Kinky Durakee - Dedication
Elena - Here Comes The Rain
Tieweb - MAPS
Margaret O’Brien - I Should Be The One
Ben Reel Band - Waitin For U
Charles P Hurowitz - Painfully Single
A True Story - An Evening With
Sunsoma - Summer Sun
Tieweb - Hey Hey
Hard Logic - Summersong
And if you are a New Music Artist, and would like to get your work on Celtica Radio, e-mail me, or post a reply here.
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Thursday, May 3, 2007 by Andrew John.
I have this thing about press photographers, especially those who get in your face. This was my moan for this week’s Underground Edition, which you can catch by going to the Celtica Radio home page and, well, looking about a bit and clicking. You’ll get the hang of it. Or you can read it here:
So – dashing, delightful, debonair Hugh Grant has been bailed after allegedly chucking a tub of food at a tabloid photographer. Good for him, if he did it.
I just wish that said tub of said food – beans, we’re told – had been first masticated, then ingested, then regurgitated and upchucked all over the bastard. This was near Grant’s home, don’t forget. Near his home. Not at a press launch. Not at a glamorous premiere. But near his home, where he was probably being perfectly legal and buying a newspaper or a lollipop, or taking the iguana for a walk in the park.
Now don’t get me wrong: we need our press photographers. But this chap was from something called the Daily Star. I mean, is that classed as a newspaper?
I don’t know about you but, frankly, I don’t give a toss what Hugh Grant gets up to and I don’t want to see photographs of him getting into or out of a car, coming out of a brothel, going into a gay sauna, emerging from a mosque, sneaking into a gurdwara or Buddhist temple or disappearing up his own fundament.
I like this star of romantic comedies such as Four Weddings and a Funeral, Notting Hill and About a Boy as an actor. He does a good job. He entertains me. My butcher does a good job. He provides decent meat. But I don’t wish to know whether he’s been seen doing this or that with Mrs O’Tool’s son or daughter or with a juicy sirloin in the back of the shop – as long as he doesn’t serve that one to me!
I can like and even respect someone but not wish to know what they’re doing 24/7, with whom or to whom or at whose behest, in whose garden or in whose bed or whose Jacuzzi.
So let’s hear it for a bit of privacy, shall we?
I’m not what you’d call a royalist, but I still believe that the royals deserve some privacy, along with TV personalities, actors, politicians— Oh, hang on a mo. I’ve got it in for politicians, haven’t I? Had a good old go at them last week, didn’t I?
No, strike that. Politicians deserve all they get – although I might draw the line at a photograph of one of them going down the garden path to the outside lavvy? What? They don’t have those any more? Not even in northern constituencies? My, things have changed.
But people doing very public jobs are still doing jobs. They do them as well, or as badly, as those of us doing non-public jobs, mundane jobs, jobs that no one sees us doing, or, if they do, they don’t take a blind bit of notice of us.
And if they deserve privacy, so do those doing jobs that are a bit high-profile. The royals have even done deals with the paparazzi: ‘Look, old bean, we’ll ponce about a bit and pose for your camera thingies, and then you can bally well bugger orff and leave us to our skiing, what?’ Easy. We all like to see pictures of our royals – well, some people do – but seeing them day after day in every conceivable situation (apart from nipping down the Buck House garden path to the outside lavvy, I assume) is just boring. Don’t you appreciate something all the more for not having seen it for a while?
But, then, I suppose the great unwashed are to blame for buying the rags that print this tosh. I loved it when just about all of Liverpool boycotted the Sun – another one of those frightfully intellectual organs – after it impugned Scouser soccer fans after the Hillsborough disaster.
Enough consumer power, and you could put one of these rags out of business. Now, a country without the Sun and the Star. That’s worth a boycott or two.
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