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Join treasured guest Christopher Marcum as we set sail on a mellow smooth sea of sound and explore the greatness of yacht rock. We attempt to define the genre, talk the Web series that started it all, and discuss the recent (excellent) documentary on the genre (found on Max). We argue "yacht or nyacht", and submit our 45-minute playlists for discussion, acceptance or complete rejection. It's lively and full of quick hitting banter! So grab your Bacardi Breezer and join us portside for refined, tasteful rock-type jams with hints of R&B and jazz!

Maureen's New BoldnessBy RomanCE is dead 2. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. This is the third story in a series of tales about a group of 50 something workers.Maureen's Cheating Hubby Dumps Her.My name is Maureen, call me Mo, for short. Just call me.My experience with Dan and the rest of the girls from the office was a kind of turning point for me. I found myself daydreaming more and more, and these daydreams seemed to concern Dan. I suppose that I found him sexually attractive for some reason. Okay, maybe it was because he was tall, handsome, athletic, charming, witty and gentle. Oh, and he looked ten years younger than me, but was closer to ten years older.My daydreams turned into incredibly raunchy nighttime dreams. I became so turned on sometimes, that I found myself touching my cunny. Once or twice I tried to nudge my husband and get him interested, but he just shoved me away. The fact that this usually happened in the middle of the night didn't help, as it made me tired for work and more susceptible to the daydreams when I should have been working.Then, one day as I was about to leave work, I got an unexpected text message from my husband.Dan found me in the break room area, sobbing."Oh, Maureen. What's the matter darling?" he asked as gently.I was unable to speak. Not sure of how to react in case it was misinterpreted, Dan followed his instincts and put his arms around me to try and give me some comfort. I responded by burying my head into his shoulder and continued to cry.He stroked my back and attempted to make what seemed soothing noises. Eventually, I started to regain a little composure. I looked up at him and said, "Sorry. I shouldn't be burdening other people with my troubles.""Nonsense," he replied. "What are friends for?"Do you want to tell me what it's about?" he asked."I'm not really sure I should tell you." I paused, but then made up my mind. I took a deep breath and continued, "My husband has been having an affair for the last two years. I found out about it a long time ago, but I hoped that he would get bored with her and, well, finish it."Of course, she isn't the first. I think he's always had somebody else on the side, since just after we were married. I've always tried to do everything to please him. Whatever he wanted me to do. But now he says he's had enough of me and wants me out of his life."The tears began forming again, and I sobbed into his shoulder."You mean he wants a divorce?"I nodded and then looked up at him again. I could see the concern in his face as I said, "Yes, but worse than that."He looked at me quizzically."He wants me out of the flat. He told me to pack my things tonight and get out. He's moving the tart in, tomorrow."Dan stared open-mouthed. He couldn't believe that anybody could act like that. He said, "The first thing you need to do is take legal advice. He wants to divorce you, but he's trying to intimidate you into leaving the flat. He's obviously thinking that possession is nine tenths of the law."Look, I've got a friend who may be able to help here. Come back to my desk and I'll give him a call".He telephoned his friend Rob and explained the situation. He then handed over the phone to me and then walked away to get a coffee. I guess he figured that I needed some privacy.Eventually, after what seemed a long time, I put the phone down. I felt a lot more composed. Dan walked back towards me."Was he able to help you?" he asked."Oh yes! He's really good at this, isn't he? He's made me feel a million times better. Now I know that I need to be controlled and take decisive action. He took a lot of details from me and he said that he would contact me tomorrow. Meanwhile he told me to go home and not leave the flat."He asked me if I had any evidence of his cheating and I told him about the credit card statements that I'd kept. You know; gifts obviously purchased for a woman but that I didn't receive. Little does he know it, but I also pinched a dirty photograph that he had. He'd taken some pictures of the little slut.""I'm not sure that would be enough evidence in itself," Dan ventured."Maybe not, except that the wanker forgot about the mirror in the background and the reflection of the naked photographer is clearly him!""Ouch! What a moron!""Your friend Rob, effectively told me that I had him by the balls. He said that if he leaves the house tomorrow, then I have to call in a locksmith immediately.""How do you think your husband will take all of this?""That's the trouble. He's likely to be violent; but until he is, I can't do a thing about it."Dan was really concerned now, "Has he ever been violent before?"I looked down and quietly said, "Oh yes. He likes to hurt me. Why do you think I keep covered up most of the time? He must have been planning this for a while, because he hasn't touched me for a couple of months."Dan was astounded. Like everybody else in the office, he had no idea what I had been going through all of these years. Typically male, his immediate thought was to punch my husband's lights out, but would that make me feel any better? No. But then again, it was a pleasant idea.Intriguingly, it was only after my thoughts of revenge, that I realised that Dan had no idea what Martin (my husband) looked like. He hadn't been at my birthday party. He'd made some excuse about work, but was probably with his tart at the time.Dan took me home. He understood that this could possibly be a bit risky, but we were being careful. As we approached my house we could see that the lights weren't on."Thank God," I said. "He must have gone out."Dan told me to go indoors and do precisely what Rob had advised. I also programmed Dan's phone number into my mobile (under AAAA so that it could be found quickly). He told me to ring immediately if I needed help, or if I was just plain scared.I made my way to bed and kept my phone by the bedside, but Martin didn't turn up and I didn't need to call.Day TwoI didn't go to work the next day and followed Rob's instructions.At about 2pm I finally rang Dan at his desk and said that my husband had eventually come home, just in time for breakfast. He had asked me why I was still there and I told him that I was leaving later. He grunted an answer and went and had a shower, before leaving for work.Immediately after he walked out of the door I contacted a locksmith, who came round a couple of hours later. I was honest with him about my lawyer's advice. He not only changed the door locks, but put security bolts on the windows as well. The guy obviously knew his business and reinforced the weaker areas around the door and locks.I was calm and relaxed, happy that I was now in control of the situation. Rob had already begun the legal proceedings.It was just after 5pm when I rang Dan's mobile. He knew immediately that there was something wrong as I had promised only to ring the mobile in an emergency."Maureen, what's wrong?" he asked without hesitation."He's come back. He's outside ranting and raving and kicking at the door. He hasn't got in yet, but I'm really frightened.""Have you called the police yet?""Yes. They said that they are on their way.""Okay. Don't worry; they should be there soon. I'm on my way now."He cut off the call.My husband was outside now, screaming at the windows and threatening to smash them. He had just picked up a stone ornament from the garden when I heard the siren approaching. The police arrived and one of the officers quickly got out of the car."Fuck off!" he told them. "This is none of your fucking business!"I watched the exchange from the window. The officer was obviously very experienced. "Please calm down sir. Let's just find out what the problem is, and see if we can find a way of solving it, shall we?""The problem, is that she, that bitch has locked me out of my own house, and won't let me in.""I see, sir. And who is the lady in question?" he asked."My wife. But not for much longer if I have anything to do with it. I've told her to pack her bags and go."The police officer said, "Okay. Just a moment sir." He turned and walked a few paces away and then spoke into his radio. "Yes, Sarge. Looks like a simple domestic."He finished his radio call and returned to Martin. "Okay sir, the situation as I see it is this; you've asked your wife to leave the property and she has refused. Additionally, she has changed the door locks and is preventing you from gaining access.""That's right officer. Now can you get in there and chuck her out or not?""No, sir.""No? What do you mean no?""It's a purely domestic dispute sir, which shouldn't involve the police. It will have to be settled through the courts. I'll have a word with your wife first, though."Martin looked stunned. He must have realised at this point that he was going to be on his own. He picked up the brick again and made to hurl it at the window. The policeman grabbed his arm to prevent him from throwing. Martin lashed out with his left fist and connected with the officer's jaw.Within seconds, the officer's partner had slammed Martin to the ground. It turned out that he was a rugby player and was able to immobilise my husband just by bringing him down.Martin was arrested and driven away in the patrol car.Not long afterwards Dan arrived. "Oh thank God you're here!" I said. It seemed only natural to put my arms around him and hug him. My 'Knight in Shining Armour'.He put his arms around me in turn and held me to him. I wasn't crying, but I was still shaking.I honestly can't tell you at what point the cuddle (because that was all it was), took on a sexual dimension. We broke apart and just stared at each other for a moment. I couldn't think straight, so I just said the first thing that came into my mind, "Would you like a coffee?""I'd prefer something stronger. If that's okay?""Sure. Beer, or would you like something even stronger?""Beer will be fine."I went to the fridge and cracked open a bottle of Stella for him. I picked up a Bacardi Breezer for myself.We sat down on the sofa and started to talk. After I had explained what had happened, he deliberately and skillfully steered the conversation away from the events of the last 24 hours. But it was still playing on my mind. Martin would no doubt be allowed back out in the morning and then what would happen?Finally, I had to raise the subject. "Dan, what's going to happen in the morning? They'll probably charge him and then let him go. If I know him, he'll be straight back round here. What am I going to do?""Rob said that you have to stay here at all costs, otherwise I'd advise going to a hotel. But if you're going to stay here you need to be protected. I can't imagine the police, with their limited resources, leaving a man outside. I'd offer to stay, but I'm not sure what your neighbours would think. Besides, he might use it against you in the divorce proceedings."Is there anybody else, female; that you could get to come and stay?" he asked."Well, Mandy may be able to. She's only ten minutes away. But, Martin wouldn't see two women as a threat. Couldn't you stay as well? That way he couldn't possibly try anything and he wouldn't be able to accuse us of anything either."So I rang Mandy. She told me that she was out visiting relatives at the moment, but would be over by about 11pm."So," I said. "Now we have an alibi, what are we going to do for the next couple of hours?"Suddenly, it was as if the room had filled with an electrical charge. I realised that I knew precisely what I wanted to do for the next couple of hours. And so did Dan.Heaven on the SofaHe said, "I don't think that you have ever had a man dedicate himself to your pleasure, above his own. I would you like to bring you to orgasm as many times as possible before Mandy gets here. What do you say?"What could I say? This tall, strong, handsome man wa

Smaakmakers is terug, en hoe! Vanaf dit seizoen schuift Susan Aretz elke twee weken aan als vaste co-host. Samen bespreken Zegert en Susan hun culinaire belevenissen. En wees gerust: er komen ook weer toffe gasten langs!Maar deze keer zijn Zegert en Susan met z'n tweeën. Er is dan ook genoeg te bespreken. Hoe was de zomervakantie, wat voor rol speelde Bacardi Breezer in die vakantie en we nemen jullie 'hate it or love it' gerechten door. Hier hebben we het over:Susans eetsouvernirs vind je hier: https://www.susanaretz.nl/eetsouvenirs/ Luister hier naar Zegerts bezoek aan de theeplantage in Soerendonck: https://smaakmakerspodcast.com/2021/06/04/43-op-bezoek-bij-de-eerste-nederlandse-theeplantage/ Hier vind je het Instagram-account over de grafstenen: https://www.instagram.com/ghostly.archive/ Volg Zegert en Susan:Instagram Zegert: https://www.instagram.com/zegertvdlinde/Instagram Susan: https://www.instagram.com/susanaretz/ Website Susan: https://www.susanaretz.nl/ 

How on earth can you nearly get arrested while reporting a crime to the police? Well, according to this week's guest, comedian and 'business lady' Jo Griffin, it's all too easy!Jo's opening story will make you yearn for a Bacardi Breezer in Leicester Square (probably), but I would suggest to anyone to pop into the Yates bar there should you get caught short.We then hear about a crime, which involves one of our fantastic listener's ancestors, and it's a story which - if Taylor has anything to do with it - could be turned into a musical, so get ready to sing along.This week's listener crime will have you in detention if you find it funny, no laughing in class!The Drunk Women are LIVE in 2023, at their London Residency in May, June, July and September at 21 Soho - for full details go to 21Soho (21-soho.com)They are also at the Ventnor Fringe on The Isle of Wight on Thursday 27th July for tickets go to - Ventnor Fringe – The Isle of Wight's multi award winning festival (vfringe.co.uk)AND at this year's Edinburgh Fringe from 4th - 13th August 2023 - Drunk Women Solving Crime | Comedy | Edinburgh Festival Fringe (edfringe.com) Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Wir sind etwas spät dran - Großes Sorry - aber dafür haben wir eine etwas übermüdete, aber lustige Folge für euch aufgenommen. Wir reden über die Pixel Lametta EP, Corona und neue Hobbies für Sophia

Did you think the lack of a match would stop us? No dice! Sam and Dan return with a marathon Episode 8 of the Dogger Saints Podcast, and have a bumper catch up with 90s hero Allan ‘Biscuits' Preston about Saints, coaching and dressing room antics. Because we like giving you value for money, not only do we have this unmissable interview with Biscuits, we welcome another special surprise guest

Vi mødes spontant mens det sneer massivt i Aalborg.  Vi har ikke nået at koordinere snacks så i dag bliver det en god Bacardi Breezer fra gemmerne. I denne episode trækker vi en vinder af vores konkurrence fra sidste uge.  Soffi: - Har produceret en hyldest yoni-rapsang. - Kaster casuel op et par gange om ugen.  Satie: - Har gjort noget virkelig pinligt da hun var ude og se et hus. - Har ikke klædt sit barn i uld. Nogensinde. 

Schon wieder Mittwoch? So schnell kann das gehen. Ole und Sophia schwärmen noch vom Bacardi Breezer Videodreh und hoffen, ihr habt euch den Song schon angehört. Ole ist wieder im Fifa Modus und Sophia hat was recht aktuelles für den Friedhof.

#nulreglerogmasserafbilligalkohol #costabravaKøbenhavn. Skal der slukkes for ungdomsfesten? Eller skal boomer-generationen tage et ekstra glas rødvin og slappe lidt af? Bør der være meget mere plads til Bacardi Breezer, ølbong og høj musik fra soundbokse i sommerlandet? På pladser i byen og i sommerhusområder? Antallet af naboklager over druk og ungdomsfester stiger støt. Skal politiet uddele flere bøder, skal vi indføre alkoholforbud på offentlige pladser, skal udlejning af sommerhuse til unge under 25 år stoppes? P1 Debattører: Klaus Bondam, skuespiller/formand Cyklistforbundet, Anne Sofie Allarp, jurist/forfatter, Lars Weiss (S), Simon Fendinge Olsen, formand Liberal Alliance Ungdom Frederiksberg, Tobias Nielsen, gymnasieelev m. soundboks og Charlotte Nielsen, bureauleder Feriepartner Odsherred. Redaktion: Siw Søby Rasmussen, Laura Overgaard, Asger Bundgaard. Vært: Gitte Hansen www.dr.dk/p1debat

Whiskey expert Andrew Jones joins Terriss & Jordan this week. We talk whiskey, music, investing, Andrew's old martial arts school and how having kids changes your life... We also discuss: Jordan learns the difference between whiskey and bourbon Podcasts and Joe Rogan Is he really complaining about the postman, again? We're not cutting this out... Back in the window cleaning game Wait, is Jordan complaining about couriers? Investing in whiskey and wine versus cryptocurrencies Prostitutes, assassins, drugs Gary Vee to guest star? Starling Bank versus traditional banking Bacardi Breezer and minimum alcohol pricing Where will the podcast be in a year? Featured Music "Simon Says" by Pharoahe Monch "The Blast" by Talib Kweli & Hi-Tek "Pyro" by Kings of Leon "Winter in America" by Gil Scott-Heron "Stand By Me" by Otis Redding Interested in the vinyl subscription box? Learn more at Vinyl Deli. Follow Crates & Vinyl Instagram Facebook Twitter TikTok Website Follow Jordan TikTok Instagram Facebook Twitter Website

Bacardi Legacy ligger på tapeten. Under dessa 29 minuter får vi reda på hur det gick till för Oscar att vinna Sverigefinalen i Bacardi Legacy. Jonatan får en flashback till sin tid med Bacardi Breezer i Gävles nattklubbsliv. Vidare in avsnittet förklaras det hur det är att plugga Chai Té 7,5p på universitet och vi inser att isbiten fortfarande är den nya surdegen. Slutligen, kan det vara så att ni får höra årets bästa punchline när det kommer till att sälja in en cocktail? Stort tack för att ni lyssnar. Med Jonatan Östblom Smedje Klipp : Erik Wennerqvist Grafik : Erik Lindahl

Podcastin ensimmäisessä kaksiosaisessa jaksossa meillä on erikoisvieraana Sontsa, jonka kanssa keskustelemme Watermelon Breezereiden äärellä identiteetistä, erityisesti transnaisen näkökulmasta. Tästä jaksosta ei naurua ja kyyneliä puutu! Keskustelu jatkuu kakkososassa suoraan siitä mihin tässä jaksossa jäätiin. Podcastin kuva: Heta Okkonen Tunnusmusiikki: Wilma Meriruusu oispaviinii@gmail.com https://www.instagram.com/oispaviinii https://www.facebook.com/oispaviinii

The latest thrilling instalment of the very best booze podcast featuring more pub talk, tastings, tittle-tattle and tall tales. Featuring Sam Caporn, the Mistress Of Wine and the Thinking Drinkers, Ben McFarland and Tom Sandham. This week Sam presents a tasting of good value sparkling wines. Plus there's funny stuff about alco-pops, messages in bottles and travelling to Hollywood to interview the Bacardi Breezer cats (what happened to them?). See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Den store test-episoden! Vi er gamle kjærringer og unge sjeler i samme kropp - så vi samler praten rundt to tester: kjøpekaker og rusbrus. Av kjøpekaker står testen mellom Sitronhalvmåne, Fyrstekake og Rullekake da. Og av rusbrus har vi klassikeren Smirnoff Ice, Bacardi Breezer og Shaker. I tillegg prater vi om homoporno, Copenhagen Pride, osv... --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/teip-og-tiara/message

Episode 124 of Rum Doings sees us getting into a Christmas mood with, er, a bottle of Bacardi Breezer. Taking Christmassy questions from Twitter, we begin by discussing favourite Christmas presents (Nick's is of course a videogame), and then divert off onto John's late grandmother and her lying ways. Nostalgia sweeps over both of us, before diverting yet again toward Harry Enfield, and his Question Time sketch. We solve so many of your problems, work out what a secret Santa present should be, and make rulings on whether murder is okay.