May 6th update of the Underground Edition

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.

The New Music Radio Show May 1st 2007

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.

Moan, moan, moan! Hugh and the paparazzi

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.

April 29th update of the Underground Edition

Hello again, Bill Everatt here, with news about the April 29th update of the Underground Edition.

In this weeks show, we finally get to hear all about one of the most enigmatic new music groups in the World;  Scotland’s Threadneedle Street.  And we’ll be chatting with Mike Rat from the bands base in Glasgow in about forty minutes.

In Urban Legends, Keith Berry-Davies reads The Room Mates Death; a frightening and grisly story which may be true or may be false, you decide!  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 another moan. This time about jolly old Hugh Grant.

Also who said this?   “They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.”  Who do you think said that?

Plus we’ve also got some great music and information on the artists from amongst others Charles P Hurowitz, Leigh Phillips, Tetra’Tum, Kidic, Dlugokecki, Elena and in a moment Kinky Durakee.

Moan, moan, moan! Politicians

I had a right old rant on The Underground Edition this week. You can hear the entire programme by going to the Celtica website. This one’s about politicians. Don’t you just love ’em? Here it is.

Of all the dishonest, fraudulent, duplicitous, underhand, sneaky, sly, devious, untrustworthy life forms it’s possible to imagine, politicians come at the top of the slimy heap, don’t they? And what has prompted this most uncommon, totally out-of-the-ordinary outburst of really rather mild carping on my part? Well, our MPs, bless their lying, mendacious, disingenuous cotton socks, brought in a Freedom of Information Act. Great, you say. Let’s have more information about what the great and the good are up to. Let’s know what public bodies are getting up to, and what quangos and local authorities are getting up to, and what police forces and nongovernmental organisations are getting up to. And so it came to pass. You see, this 2000 Act, which amazingly – hmm, maybe not so amazingly – didn’t come into force till 2005, obliges public authorities to release information. That’s what it’s about. We pay them to do their job. We want to know that they’re doing it. Before I get to my point – and I will get there eventually – I’ll give you an idea how tardy many government departments have been. In 2006 alone, there were at least 749 times when these departments or other central government bodies gave themselves an extension of twenty working days – which they can do, apparently – to assess the public-interest factor when it comes to disclosing information. That means they took forty working days in all. Biding their time, or what? Yet the Information Commissioner’s guidelines clearly say these things should be dealt with in twenty working days. Only when public-interest considerations are particularly complicated should they grant themselves the extra twenty days. But they managed to do it 749 times. It fills you to the brim with confidence, doesn’t it, in those we pay handsomely to work for us? Don’t they just make you want to withhold your taxes? 

Then they talk of cost. About six hundred quid an enquiry. But now the government is talking about effectively cutting back on that by adding officials’ time into the calculation. But officials are already paid to be officials. That’s what they are. That’s what they signed up to do. They are handsomely compensated for being seen as sad old farts. It’s not only officials’ time, but ministers’ time, too, and the Campaign for Freedom of Information says ministers are only too willing to involve themselves when there’s favourable publicity to be had. I bet they are. I can’t pretend to understand the minute details of the entire workings of all of this – Sir Humphrey would have done so, no doubt – but it strikes me, and every sane person, as a huge dodge to get out of revealing embarrassing secrets. And by ‘sane person’ I include you, because you must be sane because you’re there listening to me. It stands to reason. Don’t argue. Now, this cost thing isn’t new. It’s been talked about since last year, but now – and this is where I reach my point – a Tory MP has introduced a Private Member’s Bill, which was discussed last Friday and fortunately scuppered by its opponents – that would have exempted MPs and peers from aspects of that Act – even revealing their expenses. We’re told by the Speaker of the House of Commons that Parliament will still publish these, even though it doesn’t have to, so let us be thankful for small mercies. This wally who’s introduced the Private Member’s Bill is afraid that letters written by constituents will get out. But there’s already legislation to protect those. We know what they want to do, don’t we? They want to keep their business interests and other nefarious activities a secret, that’s what they want to do. The fact that anyone could even so much as think of wanting to exempt our servants, those we elect, from an Act they brought in to give us freedom of information makes you want to rip your head off in utter frustration.  You know, politicians are a scheming, devious, calculating, manipulative, cunning lot of good-for-nothing reprobates and degenerates. There’s that old joke – it always bears a repeat. How do you know when a politician’s lying? You can see his lips moving.  

And you can’t imagine how good it feels to get that lot off my chest and once more put the world to rights.