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In diesem inspirierenden Vortrag spricht Johannes Aichele über den Heiligen Geist – auch liebevoll als „Big Boss, Gentleman und Meister der Wiederherstellung“ bezeichnet. Er beleuchtet, wie dieser kraftvolle Geist unser Leben leitet, heilt und wieder aufbaut. Dabei geht es um persönliche Erfahrungen mit der Gegenwart Gottes, ermutigende Impulse und praktische Denkanstöße für deinen Alltag. Perfekt für alle, die auf der Suche nach geistlicher Tiefe und Erneuerung sind. FÜR JESUS ENTSCHIEDEN ⁠| Wir wollen mit dir feiern ⁠SPENDEN⁠ | Vielen Dank für deine Unterstützung ⁠GEBET & HILFE⁠ | Wir sind für dich da ⁠PRAISE REPORT⁠ | Wie hat Gott in deinem leben gewirkt? 

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Jo beschreibt den Heiligen Geist u.a. als Big Boss, Gentleman und Meister der Wiederherstellung – ein kraftvoller und mächtiger Geist, der wie in 1. Korinther 12 verschiedene Gaben schenkt, darunter Prophetie und Worte der Erkenntnis. Wie können wir diese prüfen? PLUS: eine prophetische Übung, die du so vielleicht noch nie gemacht hast :)

In Ryan's first meeting with his new boss Lou, Ryan tried to throw the BIG boss under the bus and failed to do so...

¡El verano en Ibiza vibra más que nunca! Aquí tienes toda la info de este nuevo episodio, con una selección completa de 15 temas que he estado pinchando estos últimos meses en la isla.

This Sunday at 9 PM, Kev and Jay Mack unleash the fury as they review The Big Boss (1971)—the film that made Bruce Lee an international legend! From its explosive fight scenes to Lee's magnetic screen presence, they'll break down what made this martial arts classic a game-changer. It's raw, brutal, and iconic. Don't miss this deep dive into kung fu cinema history—courtesy of the studio. #TheBigBoss #BruceLee #MartialArtsCinema #KungFuClassic #MovieReview

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It's Kung Fu Theater time once again on The Bulletproof Podcast with a discussion on the Bruce Lee classic, The Big Boss! Join Chris the Brain, Ryan Campbell, and "The Toyman" Chris DePetrillo as they go way back to 1971 and the movie that sparked the Bruce Lee craze around the world! The jazzy intro and music, the title confusion in the United States, the greatness of James Tien, the colorful cast of villains, and of course the martial arts marvel that was Bruce Lee, are all discussed... plus, CTB counts the bastards! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Pictures Powwow is the show in which we discuss a film that has been recommended whether it by us or you the listening people! In this episode, we covered "The Big Boss" (1971) which came highly recommended from Bartek.  Ryan's recommendation for next episode is “The Man Who Laughs” (1928) so make sure to check that out. If you have any feedback, questions, comments, recommendations or interested in having your podcast promoted on the show make sure to email us at spitandpolished@gmail.com  FOLLOW US: Twitter: @SpitPolishPre Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/spitandpolishpresents/ LISTEN ON: Apple Podcasts: https://itunes.apple.com/au/podcast/spit-polish-presents/id1059224536 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/5ycjMXxAbhlcSEEpihSax0 Podbean: http://spitandpolish.podbean.com/ RadioPublic: https://radiopublic.com/spit-polish-presents-6VQzVW TuneIn: https://tunein.com/podcasts/Comedy-Podcasts/Spit--Polish-Presents-p1087434/ iHeartRadio: https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-spit-polish-presen-29693268/ Stitcher: https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/spit-polish-presents

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Pictures Powwow is the show in which we discuss a film that has been recommended whether it by us or you the listening people! In this episode, we covered "Lorenzo's Oil" (1992) which came highly recommended from The Listening People.  Bartek's recommendation for next episode is “The Big Boss” (1971), so make sure to check that out. If you have any feedback, questions, comments, recommendations or interested in having your podcast promoted on the show make sure to email us at spitandpolished@gmail.com  FOLLOW US: Twitter: @SpitPolishPre Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/spitandpolishpresents/ LISTEN ON: Apple Podcasts: https://itunes.apple.com/au/podcast/spit-polish-presents/id1059224536 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/5ycjMXxAbhlcSEEpihSax0 Podbean: http://spitandpolish.podbean.com/ RadioPublic: https://radiopublic.com/spit-polish-presents-6VQzVW TuneIn: https://tunein.com/podcasts/Comedy-Podcasts/Spit--Polish-Presents-p1087434/ iHeartRadio: https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-spit-polish-presen-29693268/ Stitcher: https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/spit-polish-presents

Wrapping up our Bruce Lee box set, we have The Big Boss! Bruce's first film with Golden Harvest and the one that really broke him out in China as a superstar. We chat through the film discussing directors, actors, locations, occasional titties, orange chicken, and cut outs of bad guys in barn walls. Overall, super fun episode that you will enjoy enough to joyfully march around your neighborhood with your friends in a semi-conga line!If you like this type of shinanaginery, please consider leaving us a review - those really help! We have a Facebook page so if there's a movie you dig, let us know and we'll throw it in the rotation! Keep up that whole, "being awesome" thing you've got going on there.Support this show http://supporter.acast.com/you-have-offended-this-podcast-1. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode of The Conspiracy Podcast, the boys dive deep into the life, mysterious death, and legacy of Bruce Lee, a martial arts icon who left an mark on Hollywood and global culture. Sean, Jorge, and Eric explore the shocking events of July 20, 1973, when Bruce Lee passed away at just 32 years old, right as he was on the verge of worldwide stardom. The official cause of death—a fatal allergic reaction to a painkiller—was ruled an accident, but many believe the circumstances surrounding his demise are far from ordinary.The boys take listeners on a journey through Bruce's extraordinary life. From his early days as a child star in Hong Kong to his rise as a groundbreaking martial artist and film star, Bruce Lee's impact was immense. His roles as Kato in The Green Hornet and his starring performances in The Big Boss, Fist of Fury, and Enter the Dragon broke barriers and showcased his unmatched talent. Bruce's innovative philosophy of martial arts and his vision for a more inclusive and practical fighting style led to the creation of Jeet Kune Do, a martial arts system that challenged traditional boundaries.However, on the night of his death, questions began to emerge. What truly happened during the final hours of Bruce Lee's life? Was it really an allergic reaction, or was there a darker force at play? The episode breaks down the official findings, including the autopsy that confirmed cerebral edema—brain swelling—as the cause of death, but left the trigger for the swelling uncertain. Theories have flourished ever since, ranging from heatstroke caused by his past surgery to remove sweat glands, to suspicions about the involvement of the Triads, the Chinese mafia, or even the American mafia seeking to control his rising Hollywood career.The boys also delve into alternative theories, including a possible family curse or mysterious martial arts rivals seeking revenge. The conspiracy surrounding Bruce Lee's death remains one of the most discussed and controversial topics in pop culture history. Was it a tragic accident, or was Bruce Lee's sudden death part of a larger, hidden story?Join the boys as they revisit the incredible life and mysterious death of Bruce Lee, unraveling the facts, speculations, and wild theories that continue to capture the imagination of fans around the world. Was Bruce Lee's death really an accident, or was it something far more complex? Tune in for an in-depth exploration of a legend whose influence is still felt to this day.https://www.patreon.com/theconspiracypodcast

Greg convinces Saturday Night Live's Bowen Yang to call Radio 1's big boss, Aled and he speaks to Cooper, Shelby and Lauren in Chesterfield fresh from their triumph at a seagull impersonating screeching competition! Listener, Sophie attempts to get her hands on Big Weekend tickets, Holly fronts the latest new team to play Yesterday's Quiz, plus, catch up on All The Latest Things!

On this weeks episode, the boys are joined by the Big Boss of the Pokémon Professor Network. Ken Pescatore. We dig into the Global Wayfarer Challenge. The good, the bad and he ugly. Also, Jamal makes his best case for changing the criteria. You are going to want to listen to the entire episode and hear all of the opinions! Make sure to stick around for One's Gotta Go and the Dad Jokes!✅ News✅ Topic #1 - Teardown of the Challenge✅ Topic #2 - Relax... The Criteria✅ Ones Gotta go - 007- Boxers✅Wayspots/Coal of the Week✅ Dad Jokes⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Your Hosts - Jamal Harvey and Chris BellSpecial Guest: Ken PescatoreEpisode 171 Writer - Jamal HarveyEpisode 171 Producer - Jamal HarveySeason 4 Episode 15Executive Producer - Kate KonzWayspotters Show Historian - Matty GRecord Date - 26 April 2025Publish Date - 28 April 2025Special Shout Out to our Patreons!Wayspotters@pokemonprofessor.comVoicemail and SMS: 704-426-3710Follow our links!Join our Patreon!!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/PokemonProfessor⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Our Website: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠http://wayspotters.com/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Visit out Instagram also ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@wayspotterspodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Our Twitter: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://twitter.com/wayspotters/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TikTok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Tiktok.com/imakewayspots⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/@WayspottersPodcast⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Support Us: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/PokemonProfessor⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Go check out Chris' articles ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://pokemongohub.net/post/author/glawhantojar/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Twitch:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.twitch.tv/pokemonprofessornetwork⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Follow Niantic!Niantic Wayfarer Twitter: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://twitter.com/NianticWayfare⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠r⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Our friends links!Wayfarer Discord: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://discord.gg/niawayfarer⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Agent X on TikTok -⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.tiktok.com/@agentx_wayfinder⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join the Facebook group ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.facebook.com/groups/2241761169257836⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠OpenStreetMap World Discord -⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://discord.gg/openstreetmap⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join the Silph Research Group -⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://discord.gg/Bx4AbXR⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join the German Wayfarer Discord -⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://discord.gg/ThTZCZH5⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Notes and CreditsCoal of the Week Arrangement: Chris BellIntro Music - Game Over - Danijel Zambo - Music VineBreak Music -  Hard Trap Samples, Heavy Trap Drum Loops ... - LoopmastersOutro Music - Itty Bitty 8 Bit - song by Kevin MacLeod - Spotify – Web PlayerSpanish Hard Trap - Steve OxenVocal recording  Copyright of Pokémon Professor 2025Pokémon And All Respective Names are Trademark and © of Nintendo 1996-2025Pokémon GO is Trademark and © of Niantic, Inc.Wayspotters and the Pokémon Professor Network are not affiliated with Niantic Inc., The Pokémon Company, Game Freak or Nintendo.

The “Novelty” song has deep roots in popular culture. Masters of the form, like Weird Al Yankovic, Warren Zevon, Tom Lehrer, Spike Jones, and Allen Sherman have illuminated our consciousness and tickled our sense of the absurd. How much WAS that doggie in the window?…., WTF is Marzy dotes and dozy dotes about?…,  They're coming to take me away, Haha…(that one actually scared me). Probably each of us can recall from childhood some goofy ditty that either made you feel smarter, or got stuck inside your head like RFK's brain worm. Let's give thanks to Doctor Demento for archiving and disseminating many of these gems for future generations, and my introduction to Larry Groce's Junk Food Junkie came from one of his collections. Jerry Blavat's One More Time, Back to School may not demonstrate the same amount of cleverness, but its delivered lustily by one of the premier DJs of his time. LARRY GROCEJunk Food Junkie comes from 1975, and is perfectly in key with today's anti-woke sentiments. But, Mr. Groce delivers his mockery with such gentleness and good humor that it creates a universal warmth devoid of malice. Yes, he intimates, you can try to be upright and health conscientious, but the reptilian brain in all of us needs to be satisfied - even if it has to happen under cover of darkness.  Hypocrisy is the target here, and Mr. Groce, cast as the titular shlemiel, puts himself first in line for ridicule. JERRY BLAVATJerry Blavat's “Horatio Alger” story reads like a Martin Scorsese screenplay. His colorful bio, recounting his journey from son of a Philly bookmaker, valet to Don Rickles, mob-connected DJ and club owner, to broadcasting Hall of Fame icon, could be the stuff of a Netflix series. Known as “the Big Boss with the Hot Sauce,” and “the Geater with the Heater,” Jerry swaggered through his bigger than life life like a toreador. But, lest we forget - it was always his love of those Philadelphian musical goodies - that made him a beloved home town super hero. 1965's One More Time Back to School, on the Cameo Parkway label, is an fascinating glimpse into his inexhaustible energy. It's delightfully sadistic as the singer declares the end of vacation time fun. Not only that, there is something in the edgy cacophony of its production, with the clanging cowbells, that evokes that end of summer feeling. 

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Bouba Atkins, Yung Nouchi, Zo Kalanga... Ces noms ne vous disent peut-être rien, mais en Côte d'Ivoire, ce sont les réalisateurs de clips vidéo que les artistes s'arrachent. Depuis quelques années, ils occupent une place centrale sur les réseaux sociaux et à la télévision. Le secteur commence donc à se professionnaliser et à se structurer, tandis que les investissements des labels sont de plus en plus conséquents. Avec notre correspondante à Abidjan, Marine JeanninPhotographie de qualité, chorégraphies soignées, beaux décors, actrices séduisantes… En Côte d'Ivoire, les clips musicaux sont devenus une identité visuelle qui, pour les artistes, compte presque autant que leur musique. Pour certains d'entre eux, c'est d'ailleurs après un clip que leur carrière a décollé. Comme Akim Papichulo, chanteur et compositeur depuis sept ans, révélé l'an dernier par le morceau Amore.« Le clip ''Amore'' m'a permis d'avoir pas mal d'opportunités, reconnaît-il. Parce que quand la qualité de ton clip est bien, il y a des portes qui s'ouvrent, en fait. Parce qu'ils se disent que tu es professionnel, maintenant. Ça pousse les gens à s'intéresser à ce que tu fais. Quand tu écoutes un morceau, tu te dis ''ce morceau, il faut que je le clippe''... Quand tu te dis que c'est un ''banger'', un son qui est ''wow'', un hit, tu le clippes ! »DJ Arafat ouvre la voieLa Côte d'Ivoire est une habituée des clips, devenus un passage obligé pour les artistes depuis les années 1990, quand ils étaient diffusés sur la télévision nationale. Mais dans ces clips à l'ancienne, la qualité n'était pas forcément au rendez-vous. Le réalisateur Bouba Atkins, passé par Blu Magik et Universal, se souvient de ses débuts en 2009, à la grande époque du coupé-décalé. « Les clips, c'était : tu t'arrêtes là, on te filme, tu danses, ou à la limite, tu fais un signe, on colle les images, c'est fini... Ils se contentaient du peu. À partir du moment où ils se voyaient à la télé, c'était suffisant. »À partir des années 2010, DJ Arafat ouvre la voie en mettant plus de moyens dans ses clips, suivi par des grands noms du zouglou comme Magic System et Yodé et Siro. Puis, les producteurs et les artistes de rap Ivoire s'y engouffrent à leur tour. Les premiers clips qui font date sont Anita (2014, 3 millions de vues) et surtout Tu es dans pain (2014, 4 millions de vues) de Kiff No Beat, tous deux produits par Blu Magik. « Les gars étaient étonnés de voir un tel clip ivoirien, réalisé par des Ivoiriens, se souvient en riant Bouba Atkins. Ça les a choqués ! Et là, ça a explosé, il y a des gars qui ont vraiment commencé à s'intéresser à l'audiovisuel. Ces deux clips-là ont vraiment révolutionné tous les clips jusqu'à aujourd'hui. »« Le top 10 ivoirien, ils sont à un million de vues minimum par clip »Depuis cinq ans, la Côte d'Ivoire a vu sa production de clips monter en qualité et en quantité. Ils sont de plus en plus consommés par les Ivoiriens, non seulement à la télévision, mais surtout sur les réseaux sociaux et sur YouTube, souligne le rappeur et producteur Pit Baccardi, gérant du label Gold Prod : « Ce matin encore, quand je me suis réveillé, je suis parti sur les plateformes. Le clip de Didi B, qui est sorti hier, il était à 1,2 million de vues sur YouTube. Le clip de Suspect95, sorti avant-hier, pareil, il était aussi à 1,2 million. Le clip de Himra, un million et des poussières, pareil. Les hommes peuvent mentir, mais pas les chiffres. Le top 10 ivoirien, ils sont au minimum à un million de vues par clip. Il y a cinq ans, on n'était pas à ces niveaux de consommation. »Grâce au clip, un morceau ne s'écoute pas seulement, mais se voit. Pour Pit Baccardi, ces capsules vidéo sont devenues en Côte d'Ivoire « l'atout marketing par excellence ». Parmi les clips récents qui ont marqué la musique ivoirienne, citons Decapo de Tripa Gninin, produit par Yung Nouchi (2021, 1,1 million de vues), Kpaflotage de Suspect95, réalisé par Kouny The Manset (2023, 3 millions de vues), 2025 de Didi B, réalisé par David Nonos (2024, 4,6 millions de vues) et Big Boss de Didi B, le clip le plus cher du rap Ivoire.

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Dinner with the Archbishop of CanterburyA Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. On Monday afternoon, a letter arrived at the vicarage that took Reverend Morris by surprise."I don't believe this!" He gasped, reading the letter out loud to Jenna. "It's from Bishop George. He says that Justin Welby, the Archbishop of Canterbury is planning to visit next week.""Whoa, " Jenna spluttered."Yup. You and I have been invited to dine at Bishop George's place. Apparently the Archbishop is visiting several dioceses, and parish churches, and for some bizarre reason, humble little St. Michael's church has caught his eye! Bishop George states that I'll be receiving a letter from the Archbishop over the next few days, outlining the reason for his visit.""Wow, what a tremendous honor for you, Simon!" Jenna smiled, flinging her arms around him. "Well you're the best vicar ever, so he obviously wants to give you some sort of award!""Hmm, maybe?" Reverend Morris re-read the letter. "This is totally unexpected, and a bit bizarre. I can't get my head round it.""I remember seeing Justin Welby give that speech when we were watching the Queen's funeral." Jenna said. "And to think, we're going to get to meet him! This is really exciting!""I wish I shared your optimism my love, but I can't help but thinking that there's a catch."A few days later, Reverend Morris' fears were confirmed when a second letter arrived."I don't believe this!" The vicar lamented as he read the Archbishop's letter. "It has come to the Archbishop's attention that there is a big plaque in St. Michael's church that commemorates a local man called Henry Barrington-Smythe, who died in 1695 and worshipped at the church. According to the covert research conducted by the Archbishop, Henry once owned a horse that he sold to someone whose second cousin twice removed, was involved in the slave trade.""I can see how that could be seen as quite triggering in this day and age," Jenna said. "But I'm sure the horse wasn't bothered."Reverend Morris slapped his forehead. "Oh this is a nightmare. The Archbishop recommends that the plaque is removed. It's not that simple though. It's actually carved into the wall, near the organ pipes. To remove it, would cause terrible damage to the wall! Our little church is so old, and we've worked so hard to fundraise to repair the roof."Jenna narrowed her eyes, seeing how distressed her husband was. This situation needed rectifying immediately."Simon, try not to worry. When we dine at Bishop George's place, you will have the chance to put your point across to the Archbishop. Has he made this information about the plaque public?""No," Reverend Morris replied. "To be honest, I know hardly anything about this Henry Barrington-Smythe chap. I Googled him once, and information was really scarce. Nothing on Wikipedia. A few obscure paragraphs on the parish register. He was vicar here during the 1670s and left a lot of money to the church in his will."Jenna smiled. "Oh good. So what we have here is a controlled situation.""For now. I expect he'll tweet all about it after the meeting."We'll see about that, Jenna thought to herself.The day of the meeting arrived. Reverend Morris anxiously fiddled with his clerical collar and kept checking his watch. Nearly time to set off to Bishop George's house.Presently, Jenna came breezing into the sitting room, where her husband stood, gazing out of the window at the front garden beyond. In a pale pink gown, pearl cross earrings, and her red hair swept back, she looked more suited to a red carpet event in Hollywood than a sober meal with the clergy."Do I look alright?" She asked, knowing full well what Reverend Morris' response would be."Oh my God, wow, you look absolutely beautiful as always, Jenna. Right well, we'd better get going.""Try not to worry, Simon." She said, kissing him. "It might not be as bad as it seems."He sighed. "St. Michael's church means so much to me. I treasure its heritage. You and I, we've both worked so hard to build up its congregation, raise money to restore the roof, the stained glass windows and to fix the dry rot in the vestry.""And we shall continue to treasure it. Don't you worry. Things might turn out alright. I'm sure an acceptable compromise can be reached.""I hope so."They headed to the car. A plan was forming in Jenna's mind. Justin Welby isn't the best-looking of men, she thought. Mind you, I don't plan on looking at his face,Bishop George was stood at the door of his home when Jenna and Reverend Morris arrived."Great to see you both!" He smiled. "Can't say I'm happy at what the Big Boss is proposing here.""You and me both, George," Simon sighed. Jenna winked at the bishop."Right, do go in, make yourself comfortable, there are refreshments waiting. Dinner shall be served at six. Bishop Finch was supposed to be here too, you remember him? Alas, he cried off. Dishonest and he drinks. Good bishops are so hard to find these days, eh?" Bishop George ushered him in. As Jenna walked past, he winked back at her."I've got your red lace panties on tonight," he whispered."A great choice!" Jenna whispered back.Reverend Morris sipped a sherry as he nervously awaited the Archbishop's arrival. Five minutes later, there was the sound of a car door being slammed shut, and Bishop George could be heard welcoming someone."He's coming," Reverend Morris gulped. "Why do I feel like a little kid about to be sent to detention?""God is with us," Jenna replied, patting his thigh.Bishop George entered the room. "It is a great pleasure to welcome our Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby, to dine with us this evening. Jenna and her husband stood up."Oh good, he's come alone," Jenna smiled, fearing that his wife might have accompanied him. He was clad in a grey jacket, with black shirt, black trousers, a clerical collar and a large cross round his neck.Everyone shook hands. "Ah, Reverend Morris," the Archbishop began. "The vicar of St. Michael's. Nice to meet you at last.""Thank you, Your Grace. And this is Jenna, my wife."Jenna was quick to offer her hand. "I've wanted to meet you for such a long time, Your Grace. You're sitting next to me at the table!"The vicar's young and stunning wife had certainly caused the Archbishop to raise an eyebrow. "Am I? Well lucky old me. I am very honored!" Privately, he was astonished that the mild-mannered vicar of St. Michael's had managed to pull such a gorgeous woman. He was normally immune to such things, but found himself rather shamefully gawping at Jenna's cleavage."What a mercy she wasn't at the Queen's funeral," he said to himself. "If she'd been sat in the crowd, I'd have struggled to concentrate."The pre-dinner conversation between Reverend Morris, Bishop George and the Archbishop remained cordial, if not a bit overly formal. While the three men spoke, Jenna was a constant figure at the Archbishop's side; laughing at his unfunny jokes, pretending to enjoy his boring stories of ministry in Africa, inquiring about Westminster Abbey, and generally hanging on his every word like an infatuated student with her tutor.Bishop George suggested his guests seat themselves at the table in preparation for the first course. The Archbishop took his seat. On his right was Jenna, and Reverend Morris was opposite him."Bishop George is such a good cook, Reverend Morris prattled nervously. "I've dined here before and his roast dinners are something to marvel at. I, I enjoy cooking too."Sensing her husband's discomfort, Jenna cut in. "He's a much better cook than I am. Most things I cook aren't suitable for human consumption."The Archbishop chuckled. "Let us say a prayer before we dine."The first course passed without incident, but Jenna was hungry for something else. The Archbishop had launched into a lengthy monologue about hurtful plaques and statues, and Jenna sensed it was time to act. Bishop George was in the kitchen and Reverend Morris excused himself as he needed to go to the bathroom. She was alone with the leader of the Church of England, the ceremonial head of the worldwide Anglican Communion. Now was the time for the vixen to catch her prey."You've done so many impressive things during your tenure, Your Grace. Words cannot explain how much I admire you," she continued, flattering him off the scale.""Why thank you Jenna. "I appreciate your kind words!"Jenna continued. "Your Grace, I ask you as a good Christian, would you not consider dropping this little investigation into this pesky old plaque in my husband's church? Your letter has caused him a great deal of worry, you have no idea how much, "The Archbishop adjusted his glasses. "Jenna, I have no wish to cause any distress to your husband. I am simply trying to ensure that our C of E churches are inclusive to all, and devoid of harmful imagery."He had been quietly sipping his soup. Suddenly, a strange sensation made him almost drop his spoon. Something was moving up his right leg and pushing his legs apart, the mystery thing continued to rise higher, now it was nudging his inner thigh, he realized it was Jenna's hand."Are you enjoying your soup?""Um, Jenna, what are you doing?""As I was saying, your letter has stressed my husband out so much, that he and I have been unable to make love all week. Can you imagine how upsetting that has been?" Jenna continued, furtively sliding her hand across his thigh and squeezing gently.The Archbishop glanced down and then at her. "Um, well I'm very sorry to hear that."She smiled back and began rubbing his inner thigh very gently. He cleared his throat and blushed. She said nothing, but continued gently rubbing, and moving closer to that treasure she wanted to touch most of all."Do you realize what you're doing? I am a married man!" He whispered."I do, but you pride yourself on having a liberal outlook, yes? Anyways, there is a holy place I would very much like to explore, if I may be permitted to do so, if I may be so bold as to request permission from Your Grace, ""You are, a rather naughty vicar's wife," he whispered back, feeling his cheeks flushing."You haven't granted permission, Your Grace."The Archbishop took a deep breath. Why was he giving in to temptation so easily? If he refused, would she kick up a fuss? Bishop George and the vicar could return at any moment."Mrs. Morris, you may do as you wish. I am yours to explore, "This was all the permission she required. Before the Archbishop could complete his sentence, Jenna reached across the startled man's lap and quickly unzipped his trousers. He could not believe the dexterity and speed at which his beautiful assailant nimbly accomplished the task. He shot an astonished wide-eyed glance at the temptress seated next to him. Guessing his thoughts, Jenna flashed a mischievous smile and said, "Your Grace. I heard that there's a name for a bishop's staff. It's called a crosier. Am I right?""Er, yes. That's right."Jenna swiftly freed the Archbishop's staff from his white boxer shorts. He may not have been the most handsome of men, but he had a gorgeous cock. It wasn't a monstrous length like Father Aiden's or thick like Gordon's, but it was impressive all the same. Definitely holy!The Archbishop's back stiffened and he caught his breath as he felt Jenna's soft, warm fingers wrap around his engorged fuck pole. The touch from this ravishing young beauty in the most sensual of spots sent chills throughout his body. He suppressed a gentle moan in the back of this throat as Jenna began to slowly run her hand up and down the shaft.She knew to vary the speed of her up and down motion, and could sense when the Archbishop was reaching peak ecstasy. Before he could achieve sexual release, Jenna slowed her pace or altered the movement in order to delay gratification. She wanted the Most Reverend's pleasure to extend for as long as possible. Jenna explored every feature along the length of her newest conquest's fleshy sceptre. Her delicate fingers rippled over the veiny surface, massaged the soft foreskin, and gently squeezed the head. When she reached the shaft's base, the eager filly worked her slender digits along the Archbishop's inner thigh and cupped his balls, juggling them with her fingertips."Your Grace, I beg of you. I want to go further and worship properly. However I cannot do this unless you agree to scrap your suggestion that St. Michael's remove its plaque to Henry Barrington-Smythe. Let him and his horse rest in peace, yes? Neither of them kept slaves. I'm sure Henry sold his horse in good faith and had no idea what links the buyer had. A few years ago I gave my old smartphone to a woman at work who turned out to be a massive fan of Cliff Richard. Some might say that was a crime against humanity."The Archbishop was desperate to come. Sweat had broken out on his forehead and his glasses were steaming up. "Okay, you have my word," he sighed. "I'll scrap the whole thing!""Thankyou, .dear Justin!" She said, using his Christian name for the first time. Carefully, Jenna removed one of her earrings. The Archbishop had to stifle a gasp as she slid out of her chair and under the table. "God," he murmured, almost incredulous at her conviction and boldness. Then with almost no hesitation, she dropped her head and closed her mouth around his throbbing shaft.The Most Reverend's breathing started to become more rapid and shallow, an indication Jenna recognized as signaling her oral exertions would soon be ending. Wanting to provide the head of the church with the greatest amount of pleasure possible, Jenna's grand finale was to deep throat his cock and vigorously jerk up and down on it. This motion had the desired effect within moments, as a muffled groan escaped the Archbishop's mouth. Jenna felt the holy rod in her mouth recoil as it shot a mighty stream of pearl-colored ejaculate down her throat. This first round was quickly followed by a second and then a third as the Most Reverend's balls unloaded their thick, milky contents. Jenna swallowed and savored every drop. It is a truth not universally acknowledged, that the taste of a man, especially a man of God, is the finest taste in the world, she thought. A final spurt missed its target and splashed down her cleavage.Only after the last discharge was launched and the Archbishop leaned back in his chair exhausted and sweaty, did Jenna finally withdraw.The Archbishop jolted in panic as Bishop George and Reverend Morris returned to the dining room. He quickly poured himself a glass of water and swallowed it. He wondered how to warn Jenna, but she'd already sensed it was time to return to her seat."I'm sorry I was so long," Reverend Morris mumbled. "Call of nature and all that.""And silly me, I forgot to turn the oven up, but worry not, the roast beef is nearly ready!" Bishop George replied."Understood," panted the Archbishop, wiping his glasses.Bishop George tilted his head at his Jenna's empty chair, and the movement under the table. He raised the tablecloth."Oh I say, Jenna. Have you lost something?""Just my pearl earring," she calmly replied. "But fortunately, I have now found it."Bishop George nodded and gave a wry smile. "So I see. And you seem to have gained a pearl necklace too!"A Ghost Appears at the Methodist Church"What are your thoughts on ghosts, Jen?" Reverend Morris said as he climbed into bed.Jenna reclined next to her husband, and ran a finger through his chest hair. "Hmm, never given them much thought. I keep an open mind. I've never seen one myself, but I'd like to! I wouldn't be scared. Just really fascinated.""I might get to see one tomorrow. I've just had a rather desperate email from Reverend Marsha Ewing over at the Oakwood Road Methodist Church. She's at her wits end. Says her church has been haunted by a persistent ghost ever since Halloween. She's tried walking around splashing holy water on the walls, saying a prayer of deliverance, but to no avail. The church has had to remain closed all week.""Whoa, that ghost must really like the Methodist church then!" Jenna said. "I haven't been in there since I was a little girl. My gran is a Methodist. I remember going to a few services. I remember it being light and airy inside, with the white balcony and pale yellow walls.""Well it's not just any old ghost that's taken up residence there. Reverend Ewing is adamant says that it's the ghost of John Wesley.""What, the John Wesley? The founder of Methodism?" Jenna blinked."Yes. That's the bit I find really hard to believe. Not saying that Reverend Ewing is lying of course. I just can't understand why John Wesley of all people, would choose to return to this earthly realm. I mean, he was a true servant of God, a good man, who preached to the masses and led a long, pious life. Why would his soul suddenly become restless and earthbound?"Jenna was fascinated. "Maybe he didn't choose to return. Maybe someone or something lured him back, and he's got trapped somehow? Don't they say on All Hallow's Eve, the barrier between the dead and the living is broken and the dead can pop back for a visit? Or something?""Good theory!" Reverend Morris replied. "Wesley did visit the site where the Oakwood church now stands. The church wasn't built until Victorian times, but he preached out in the open in the 1770s. The very spot where he stood is marked by a bronze statue of him. Anyways, Reverend Morris has decided to ask other members of the clergy for help. She's asked me to go along to the church tomorrow. Hopefully two vicars are better than one, and we can help John to return to the other side, so to speak.""Shouldn't Father Aiden be called along too? Like in the Exorcist?"Reverend Morris laughed. "I once watched that movie with some mates at university. I really regret eating at the time, it put me off soup for weeks. Bit different though. That was movie about demonic possession, not a haunting."Jenna thought for a while. "If you ask me, having John Wesley actually appear could be a fantastic tourism opportunity for the church. Think of the visitors it could attract. Maybe he just wanted to see one of his old worship spots again. I wish he could've brought his brother Charles along. You know how much I'm a fan of him. Did I ever tell you I once had an erotic dream about him?""No? Tell me more!""I was working as a tavern wench, when Charles arrived, weary after a long journey from Bristol. I led him to a bedchamber. He told me he was travelling to London, to visit his brother, John."Jenna rolled over and kissed him. The Reverend's tongue darted into her mouth, fondling hers. Her left arm stretched across his back with her hand resting between his shoulders. With her right hand, she reached down the front of his boxer shorts, slowly tracing up and down the length of his engorged cock with her palm."And, I helped Charles overcome his writer's block, so he was able to write Hark the Herald Angels Sing."She pulled down his boxers and rolled her tongue around the head of her husband's cock, trying to get every drop of precum."Oh, I'll never be able to think of that carol in the same way again!"Next morning, Reverend Morris headed to Oakwood Road Methodist Church. It was a small, solidly-built structure, sandwiched between a row of terraced houses, their brickwork still smoke-blackened from the days of the Industrial Revolution."This part of town never seems to change," Reverend Morris said to himself, as he parked the car. "They call it the Victorian Quarter."The vicar of Oakwood Road Methodist Church was Reverend Marsha Ewing, a jolly, middle-aged black woman. Originally from South Carolina, she'd emigrated nearly ten years ago, and put her heart and soul into running the church. Even the dismal British weather couldn't dampen her spirits. Now for the first time, she looked a little stressed."Thanks for coming, Simon," she said as he entered the church."Not at all," he replied. "Always happy to assist a fellow person of the cloth. A most unusual situation this. I've never been called upon to be a "deliverance minister" before. First time for everything I guess!""I've been going out of my mind with this. Ol' Mr. Wesley ain't for staying' quiet! I've tried everything to placate the guy but nothing works. I've tried prayer, singing hymns, talking to him. Went through the whole Ghostbusting routine. I asked Róisín, the vicar from the Living Earth Free Church to call round yesterday. She's only been in the role a few weeks, but very willing to help. We both prayed together, hoping John would find peace. But it didn't work and this morning, John appeared again, in the vestry. Took me by surprise. Started blowing papers around. And the church goes so darn cold when he appears. Actually saw him full-length today. I asked him directly, why is he so upset? He said he couldn't say why, but there's only one person who can help him. I pressed him further. He just said the person he needs lives in this town. Wouldn't say if they're male or female.""Blimey," Reverend Morris said, rubbing his chin. "That's a bit vague. It could be anyone. The population of this town is around 100,000 people! How are we ever going to find out who the right person is?""One of the wardens suggested I post something on the church's Facebook page, but I'd rather keep it all as quiet as possible. We've already had folks making hoax phone calls and posting memes and stuff on Twitter. It ain't funny. Most of my congregation are seniors. They don't want any fuss. Some of them think I'm making the whole thing up, as a sort of viral marketing campaign to increase attendance. Some of the comments online have been nasty."Reverend Morris sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that. Well, let's pray together and see if we can help John. Not sure if I'm the one he seeks, but there's only one way to find out!""Mm, hmm." Reverend Ewing nodded. "John Wesley is very dear to all of us here. He stood in the very spot where that statue is." She pointed to the bronze statue in the corner. "I don't want folks thinking I'm mocking his memory or anything. Must say I haven't experienced anything like this since the Orangeburg Incident of 1999.""The what?""Oh it was when I was back in the States. So, on the night of New Year's Eve 1999, Abraham Lincoln suddenly appeared in a branch of Walgreens. Many blamed it on drug-induced paranoia brought about by the hype of the coming Millennium.""Fascinating stuff," Reverend Morris replied. He walked over to the Wesley statue. On a table next to it, were three large, newly-lit candles."Tell me, does he look exactly like his portrait?""Oh yes. Long white hair. Dressed all in black and with preaching bands. He's a short stack too. Around five foot four? Slightly built. He looks so miserable though, like he needs a hug or something.""The state of the world right now, I think we all need a hug," Reverend Morris said. "Okay, well I'll try my best. If I fail, I'll have to give Father Aiden from St. Gregory's a call. Let's start by saying the Lord's Prayer."The flames on the candles, which had been steady, flared and writhed, drawn upward by a draft that the two of them couldn't feel. Salamanders of yellow light wriggled across the previously dark side of Reverend Ewing's face. When she looked at the candles, her eyes were as yellow as moons low on the horizon."He's coming."Quickly the candle flames subsided. The church chandeliers dimmed and brightened, dimmed and brightened, like the flickering lights in the classic old movie Gaslight. Reverend Morris felt a growing sense of fear. The temperature in the church had plummeted.He tried talking to the spirit directly. "The Lord be with you. Lift up your heart, John. I welcome to you to this place of worship. My name is Reverend Simon Morris and I, "From behind him came not a hand and not, as he might have expected, a blast of heat, but a hissing cold that first prickled the nape of his neck and then seemed to drill into the summit of his spine, through the base of his skull.Throughout all this, Reverend Ewing remained calm. "Simon," she whispered. "He's behind you."He didn't want to turn round, afraid of coming face to face with some eldritch abomination, but he summoned his courage. There, stood right behind him, as plain as day, was John Wesley himself. At first glance, he resembled any other living person, save for a faint aura of silver light surrounding him."Um, greetings to you, Mr. Wesley." The vicar stammered. He wondered why he was so afraid. Of all the dead persons one could meet, John Wesley was surely one of the nicest, most inoffensive ones.John's face relaxed into a smile. He put his hands together and bowed. "I thank you most sincerely. Soon, I shall experience salvation, for you are known to this person whom I seek. I hope you can bring her to me soon. I bid you a good day, "He bowed and vanished. Suddenly, in the space of thirty seconds, it was light and bright in the church. The lights stopped flickering and the gloom lifted. Outside, the clouds had rolled back from the sun. The building was suddenly and unexplainably warm too, as if the temperature had risen by about five degrees.Reverend Morris dared to exhale. "Oh! Well, that, wasn't too nerve-racking! He's a very polite ghost isn't he?""Simon, did you hear what he said? He said her. A female relative or friend of yours is the person he's seeking!""Wonder who it could be? Not my mum, surely. Could be Aunt Susan? I'm not seeing the connection here.""What about your wife?" Reverend Ewing suggested.He blinked. "Jenna? Oh of course! it must be her! Her grandma is a Methodist! That must be why John wants to see her!"To be continued.By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

¡NUEVO PROGRAMA! Aprovechando la ausencia del Big Boss, la vieja guardia de La Pistachería se reúne junto a los restos mortales de lo que queda de RDM para hablar de todo lo que se presentó en el último Xbox Developer Direct. Y además reseñamos: Dynasty Warrior Origins, The Stone of Madness, Somber Echoes y Naiad. Esperamos que os mole.

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Dinner with the Archbishop of Canterbury By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. On Monday afternoon, a letter arrived at the vicarage that took Reverend Morris by surprise. "I don't believe this!" He gasped, reading the letter out loud to Jenna. "It's from Bishop George. He says that Justin Welby, the Archbishop of Canterbury is planning to visit next week." "Whoa, " Jenna spluttered. "Yup. You and I have been invited to dine at Bishop George's place. Apparently the Archbishop is visiting several dioceses, and parish churches, and for some bizarre reason, humble little St. Michael's church has caught his eye! Bishop George states that I'll be receiving a letter from the Archbishop over the next few days, outlining the reason for his visit.""Wow, what a tremendous honor for you, Simon!" Jenna smiled, flinging her arms around him. "Well you're the best vicar ever, so he obviously wants to give you some sort of award!" "Hmm, maybe?" Reverend Morris re-read the letter. "This is totally unexpected, and a bit bizarre. I can't get my head round it." "I remember seeing Justin Welby give that speech when we were watching the Queen's funeral." Jenna said. "And to think, we're going to get to meet him! This is really exciting!" "I wish I shared your optimism my love, but I can't help but thinking that there's a catch." A few days later, Reverend Morris' fears were confirmed when a second letter arrived. "I don't believe this!" The vicar lamented as he read the Archbishop's letter. "It has come to the Archbishop's attention that there is a big plaque in St. Michael's church that commemorates a local man called Henry Barrington-Smythe, who died in 1695 and worshipped at the church. According to the covert research conducted by the Archbishop, Henry once owned a horse that he sold to someone whose second cousin twice removed, was involved in the slave trade." "I can see how that could be seen as quite triggering in this day and age," Jenna said. "But I'm sure the horse wasn't bothered." Reverend Morris slapped his forehead. "Oh this is a nightmare. The Archbishop recommends that the plaque is removed. It's not that simple though. It's actually carved into the wall, near the organ pipes. To remove it, would cause terrible damage to the wall! Our little church is so old, and we've worked so hard to fundraise to repair the roof." Jenna narrowed her eyes, seeing how distressed her husband was. This situation needed rectifying immediately. "Simon, try not to worry. When we dine at Bishop George's place, you will have the chance to put your point across to the Archbishop. Has he made this information about the plaque public?" "No," Reverend Morris replied. "To be honest, I know hardly anything about this Henry Barrington-Smythe chap. I Googled him once, and information was really scarce. Nothing on Wikipedia. A few obscure paragraphs on the parish register. He was vicar here during the 1670s and left a lot of money to the church in his will." Jenna smiled. "Oh good. So what we have here is a controlled situation." "For now. I expect he'll tweet all about it after the meeting." We'll see about that, Jenna thought to herself. The day of the meeting arrived. Reverend Morris anxiously fiddled with his clerical collar and kept checking his watch. Nearly time to set off to Bishop George's house. Presently, Jenna came breezing into the sitting room, where her husband stood, gazing out of the window at the front garden beyond. In a pale pink gown, pearl cross earrings, and her red hair swept back, she looked more suited to a red carpet event in Hollywood than a sober meal with the clergy. "Do I look alright?" She asked, knowing full well what Reverend Morris' response would be. "Oh my God, wow, you look absolutely beautiful as always, Jenna. Right well, we'd better get going." "Try not to worry, Simon." She said, kissing him. "It might not be as bad as it seems." He sighed. "St. Michael's church means so much to me. I treasure its heritage. You and I, we've both worked so hard to build up its congregation, raise money to restore the roof, the stained glass windows and to fix the dry rot in the vestry." "And we shall continue to treasure it. Don't you worry. Things might turn out alright. I'm sure an acceptable compromise can be reached." "I hope so." They headed to the car. A plan was forming in Jenna's mind. Justin Welby isn't the best-looking of men, she thought. Mind you, I don't plan on looking at his face, Bishop George was stood at the door of his home when Jenna and Reverend Morris arrived. "Great to see you both!" He smiled. "Can't say I'm happy at what the Big Boss is proposing here." "You and me both, George," Simon sighed. Jenna winked at the bishop. "Right, do go in, make yourself comfortable, there are refreshments waiting. Dinner shall be served at six. Bishop Finch was supposed to be here too, you remember him? Alas, he cried off. Dishonest and he drinks. Good bishops are so hard to find these days, eh?" Bishop George ushered him in. As Jenna walked past, he winked back at her. "I've got your red lace panties on tonight," he whispered. "A great choice!" Jenna whispered back. Reverend Morris sipped a sherry as he nervously awaited the Archbishop's arrival. Five minutes later, there was the sound of a car door being slammed shut, and Bishop George could be heard welcoming someone. "He's coming," Reverend Morris gulped. "Why do I feel like a little kid about to be sent to detention?" "God is with us," Jenna replied, patting his thigh. Bishop George entered the room. "It is a great pleasure to welcome our Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby, to dine with us this evening. Jenna and her husband stood up. "Oh good, he's come alone," Jenna smiled, fearing that his wife might have accompanied him. He was clad in a grey jacket, with black shirt, black trousers, a clerical collar and a large cross round his neck. Everyone shook hands. "Ah, Reverend Morris," the Archbishop began. "The vicar of St. Michael's. Nice to meet you at last." "Thank you, Your Grace. And this is Jenna, my wife." Jenna was quick to offer her hand. "I've wanted to meet you for such a long time, Your Grace. You're sitting next to me at the table!" The vicar's young and stunning wife had certainly caused the Archbishop to raise an eyebrow. "Am I? Well lucky old me. I am very honored!" Privately, he was astonished that the mild-mannered vicar of St. Michael's had managed to pull such a gorgeous woman. He was normally immune to such things, but found himself rather shamefully gawping at Jenna's cleavage. "What a mercy she wasn't at the Queen's funeral," he said to himself. "If she'd been sat in the crowd, I'd have struggled to concentrate." The pre-dinner conversation between Reverend Morris, Bishop George and the Archbishop remained cordial, if not a bit overly formal. While the three men spoke, Jenna was a constant figure at the Archbishop's side; laughing at his unfunny jokes, pretending to enjoy his boring stories of ministry in Africa, inquiring about Westminster Abbey, and generally hanging on his every word like an infatuated student with her tutor. Bishop George suggested his guests seat themselves at the table in preparation for the first course. The Archbishop took his seat. On his right was Jenna, and Reverend Morris was opposite him. "Bishop George is such a good cook, Reverend Morris prattled nervously. "I've dined here before and his roast dinners are something to marvel at. I, I enjoy cooking too." Sensing her husband's discomfort, Jenna cut in. "He's a much better cook than I am. Most things I cook aren't suitable for human consumption." The Archbishop chuckled. "Let us say a prayer before we dine." The first course passed without incident, but Jenna was hungry for something else. The Archbishop had launched into a lengthy monologue about hurtful plaques and statues, and Jenna sensed it was time to act. Bishop George was in the kitchen and Reverend Morris excused himself as he needed to go to the bathroom. She was alone with the leader of the Church of England, the ceremonial head of the worldwide Anglican Communion. Now was the time for the vixen to catch her prey. "You've done so many impressive things during your tenure, Your Grace. Words cannot explain how much I admire you," she continued, flattering him off the scale." "Why thank you Jenna. "I appreciate your kind words!" Jenna continued. "Your Grace, I ask you as a good Christian, would you not consider dropping this little investigation into this pesky old plaque in my husband's church? Your letter has caused him a great deal of worry, you have no idea how much, " The Archbishop adjusted his glasses. "Jenna, I have no wish to cause any distress to your husband. I am simply trying to ensure that our C of E churches are inclusive to all, and devoid of harmful imagery." He had been quietly sipping his soup. Suddenly, a strange sensation made him almost drop his spoon. Something was moving up his right leg and pushing his legs apart, the mystery thing continued to rise higher, now it was nudging his inner thigh, he realized it was Jenna's hand. "Are you enjoying your soup?" "Um, Jenna, what are you doing?" "As I was saying, your letter has stressed my husband out so much, that he and I have been unable to make love all week. Can you imagine how upsetting that has been?" Jenna continued, furtively sliding her hand across his thigh and squeezing gently. The Archbishop glanced down and then at her. "Um, well I'm very sorry to hear that." She smiled back and began rubbing his inner thigh very gently. He cleared his throat and blushed. She said nothing, but continued gently rubbing, and moving closer to that treasure she wanted to touch most of all. "Do you realize what you're doing? I am a married man!" He whispered. "I do, but you pride yourself on having a liberal outlook, yes? Anyways, there is a holy place I would very much like to explore, if I may be permitted to do so, if I may be so bold as to request permission from Your Grace, " "You are, a rather naughty vicar's wife," he whispered back, feeling his cheeks flushing. "You haven't granted permission, Your Grace." The Archbishop took a deep breath. Why was he giving in to temptation so easily? If he refused, would she kick up a fuss? Bishop George and the vicar could return at any moment. "Mrs. Morris, you may do as you wish. I am yours to explore, " This was all the permission she required. Before the Archbishop could complete his sentence, Jenna reached across the startled man's lap and quickly unzipped his trousers. He could not believe the dexterity and speed at which his beautiful assailant nimbly accomplished the task. He shot an astonished wide-eyed glance at the temptress seated next to him. Guessing his thoughts, Jenna flashed a mischievous smile and said, "Your Grace. I heard that there's a name for a bishop's staff. It's called a crosier. Am I right?" "Er, yes. That's right." Jenna swiftly freed the Archbishop's staff from his white boxer shorts. He may not have been the most handsome of men, but he had a gorgeous cock. It wasn't a monstrous length like Father Aiden's or thick like Gordon's, but it was impressive all the same. Definitely holy! The Archbishop's back stiffened and he caught his breath as he felt Jenna's soft, warm fingers wrap around his engorged fuck pole. The touch from this ravishing young beauty in the most sensual of spots sent chills throughout his body. He suppressed a gentle moan in the back of this throat as Jenna began to slowly run her hand up and down the shaft. She knew to vary the speed of her up and down motion, and could sense when the Archbishop was reaching peak ecstasy. Before he could achieve sexual release, Jenna slowed her pace or altered the movement in order to delay gratification. She wanted the Most Reverend's pleasure to extend for as long as possible. Jenna explored every feature along the length of her newest conquest's fleshy sceptre. Her delicate fingers rippled over the veiny surface, massaged the soft foreskin, and gently squeezed the head. When she reached the shaft's base, the eager filly worked her slender digits along the Archbishop's inner thigh and cupped his balls, juggling them with her fingertips. "Your Grace, I beg of you. I want to go further and worship properly. However I cannot do this unless you agree to scrap your suggestion that St. Michael's remove its plaque to Henry Barrington-Smythe. Let him and his horse rest in peace, yes? Neither of them kept slaves. I'm sure Henry sold his horse in good faith and had no idea what links the buyer had. A few years ago I gave my old smartphone to a woman at work who turned out to be a massive fan of Cliff Richard. Some might say that was a crime against humanity." The Archbishop was desperate to come. Sweat had broken out on his forehead and his glasses were steaming up. "Okay, you have my word," he sighed. "I'll scrap the whole thing!" "Thankyou, .dear Justin!" She said, using his Christian name for the first time. Carefully, Jenna removed one of her earrings. The Archbishop had to stifle a gasp as she slid out of her chair and under the table. "God," he murmured, almost incredulous at her conviction and boldness. Then with almost no hesitation, she dropped her head and closed her mouth around his throbbing shaft. The Most Reverend's breathing started to become more rapid and shallow, an indication Jenna recognized as signaling her oral exertions would soon be ending. Wanting to provide the head of the church with the greatest amount of pleasure possible, Jenna's grand finale was to deep throat his cock and vigorously jerk up and down on it. This motion had the desired effect within moments, as a muffled groan escaped the Archbishop's mouth. Jenna felt the holy rod in her mouth recoil as it shot a mighty stream of pearl-colored ejaculate down her throat. This first round was quickly followed by a second and then a third as the Most Reverend's balls unloaded their thick, milky contents. Jenna swallowed and savored every drop. It is a truth not universally acknowledged, that the taste of a man, especially a man of God, is the finest taste in the world, she thought. A final spurt missed its target and splashed down her cleavage. Only after the last discharge was launched and the Archbishop leaned back in his chair exhausted and sweaty, did Jenna finally withdraw. The Archbishop jolted in panic as Bishop George and Reverend Morris returned to the dining room. He quickly poured himself a glass of water and swallowed it. He wondered how to warn Jenna, but she'd already sensed it was time to return to her seat. "I'm sorry I was so long," Reverend Morris mumbled. "Call of nature and all that." "And silly me, I forgot to turn the oven up, but worry not, the roast beef is nearly ready!" Bishop George replied. "Understood," panted the Archbishop, wiping his glasses. Bishop George tilted his head at his Jenna's empty chair, and the movement under the table. He raised the tablecloth. "Oh I say, Jenna. Have you lost something?" "Just my pearl earring," she calmly replied. "But fortunately, I have now found it." Bishop George nodded and gave a wry smile. "So I see. And you seem to have gained a pearl necklace too!" A Ghost Appears at the Methodist Church "What are your thoughts on ghosts, Jen?" Reverend Morris said as he climbed into bed. Jenna reclined next to her husband, and ran a finger through his chest hair. "Hmm, never given them much thought. I keep an open mind. I've never seen one myself, but I'd like to! I wouldn't be scared. Just really fascinated." "I might get to see one tomorrow. I've just had a rather desperate email from Reverend Marsha Ewing over at the Oakwood Road Methodist Church. She's at her wits end. Says her church has been haunted by a persistent ghost ever since Halloween. She's tried walking around splashing holy water on the walls, saying a prayer of deliverance, but to no avail. The church has had to remain closed all week." "Whoa, that ghost must really like the Methodist church then!" Jenna said. "I haven't been in there since I was a little girl. My gran is a Methodist. I remember going to a few services. I remember it being light and airy inside, with the white balcony and pale yellow walls." "Well it's not just any old ghost that's taken up residence there. Reverend Ewing is adamant says that it's the ghost of John Wesley." "What, the John Wesley? The founder of Methodism?" Jenna blinked. "Yes. That's the bit I find really hard to believe. Not saying that Reverend Ewing is lying of course. I just can't understand why John Wesley of all people, would choose to return to this earthly realm. I mean, he was a true servant of God, a good man, who preached to the masses and led a long, pious life. Why would his soul suddenly become restless and earthbound?" Jenna was fascinated. "Maybe he didn't choose to return. Maybe someone or something lured him back, and he's got trapped somehow? Don't they say on All Hallow's Eve, the barrier between the dead and the living is broken and the dead can pop back for a visit? Or something?" "Good theory!" Reverend Morris replied. "Wesley did visit the site where the Oakwood church now stands. The church wasn't built until Victorian times, but he preached out in the open in the 1770s. The very spot where he stood is marked by a bronze statue of him. Anyways, Reverend Morris has decided to ask other members of the clergy for help. She's asked me to go along to the church tomorrow. Hopefully two vicars are better than one, and we can help John to return to the other side, so to speak." "Shouldn't Father Aiden be called along too? Like in the Exorcist?" Reverend Morris laughed. "I once watched that movie with some mates at university. I really regret eating at the time, it put me off soup for weeks. Bit different though. That was movie about demonic possession, not a haunting." Jenna thought for a while. "If you ask me, having John Wesley actually appear could be a fantastic tourism opportunity for the church. Think of the visitors it could attract. Maybe he just wanted to see one of his old worship spots again. I wish he could've brought his brother Charles along. You know how much I'm a fan of him. Did I ever tell you I once had an erotic dream about him?" "No? Tell me more!" "I was working as a tavern wench, when Charles arrived, weary after a long journey from Bristol. I led him to a bedchamber. He told me he was travelling to London, to visit his brother, John." Jenna rolled over and kissed him. The Reverend's tongue darted into her mouth, fondling hers. Her left arm stretched across his back with her hand resting between his shoulders. With her right hand, she reached down the front of his boxer shorts, slowly tracing up and down the length of his engorged cock with her palm. "And, I helped Charles overcome his writer's block, so he was able to write Hark the Herald Angels Sing." She pulled down his boxers and rolled her tongue around the head of her husband's cock, trying to get every drop of precum. "Oh, I'll never be able to think of that carol in the same way again!" Next morning, Reverend Morris headed to Oakwood Road Methodist Church. It was a small, solidly-built structure, sandwiched between a row of terraced houses, their brickwork still smoke-blackened from the days of the Industrial Revolution. "This part of town never seems to change," Reverend Morris said to himself, as he parked the car. "They call it the Victorian Quarter." The vicar of Oakwood Road Methodist Church was Reverend Marsha Ewing, a jolly, middle-aged black woman. Originally from South Carolina, she'd emigrated nearly ten years ago, and put her heart and soul into running the church. Even the dismal British weather couldn't dampen her spirits. Now for the first time, she looked a little stressed. "Thanks for coming, Simon," she said as he entered the church. "Not at all," he replied. "Always happy to assist a fellow person of the cloth. A most unusual situation this. I've never been called upon to be a "deliverance minister" before. First time for everything I guess!" "I've been going out of my mind with this. Ol' Mr. Wesley ain't for staying' quiet! I've tried everything to placate the guy but nothing works. I've tried prayer, singing hymns, talking to him. Went through the whole Ghostbusting routine. I asked Róisín, the vicar from the Living Earth Free Church to call round yesterday. She's only been in the role a few weeks, but very willing to help. We both prayed together, hoping John would find peace. But it didn't work and this morning, John appeared again, in the vestry. Took me by surprise. Started blowing papers around. And the church goes so darn cold when he appears. Actually saw him full-length today. I asked him directly, why is he so upset? He said he couldn't say why, but there's only one person who can help him. I pressed him further. He just said the person he needs lives in this town. Wouldn't say if they're male or female." "Blimey," Reverend Morris said, rubbing his chin. "That's a bit vague. It could be anyone. The population of this town is around 100,000 people! How are we ever going to find out who the right person is?" "One of the wardens suggested I post something on the church's Facebook page, but I'd rather keep it all as quiet as possible. We've already had folks making hoax phone calls and posting memes and stuff on Twitter. It ain't funny. Most of my congregation are seniors. They don't want any fuss. Some of them think I'm making the whole thing up, as a sort of viral marketing campaign to increase attendance. Some of the comments online have been nasty." Reverend Morris sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that. Well, let's pray together and see if we can help John. Not sure if I'm the one he seeks, but there's only one way to find out!" "Mm, hmm." Reverend Ewing nodded. "John Wesley is very dear to all of us here. He stood in the very spot where that statue is." She pointed to the bronze statue in the corner. "I don't want folks thinking I'm mocking his memory or anything. Must say I haven't experienced anything like this since the Orangeburg Incident of 1999." "The what?" "Oh it was when I was back in the States. So, on the night of New Year's Eve 1999, Abraham Lincoln suddenly appeared in a branch of Walgreens. Many blamed it on drug-induced paranoia brought about by the hype of the coming Millennium." "Fascinating stuff," Reverend Morris replied. He walked over to the Wesley statue. On a table next to it, were three large, newly-lit candles. "Tell me, does he look exactly like his portrait?" "Oh yes. Long white hair. Dressed all in black and with preaching bands. He's a short stack too. Around five foot four? Slightly built. He looks so miserable though, like he needs a hug or something." "The state of the world right now, I think we all need a hug," Reverend Morris said. "Okay, well I'll try my best. If I fail, I'll have to give Father Aiden from St. Gregory's a call. Let's start by saying the Lord's Prayer." The flames on the candles, which had been steady, flared and writhed, drawn upward by a draft that the two of them couldn't feel. Salamanders of yellow light wriggled across the previously dark side of Reverend Ewing's face. When she looked at the candles, her eyes were as yellow as moons low on the horizon. "He's coming." Quickly the candle flames subsided. The church chandeliers dimmed and brightened, dimmed and brightened, like the flickering lights in the classic old movie Gaslight. Reverend Morris felt a growing sense of fear. The temperature in the church had plummeted. He tried talking to the spirit directly. "The Lord be with you. Lift up your heart, John. I welcome to you to this place of worship. My name is Reverend Simon Morris and I, " From behind him came not a hand and not, as he might have expected, a blast of heat, but a hissing cold that first prickled the nape of his neck and then seemed to drill into the summit of his spine, through the base of his skull. Throughout all this, Reverend Ewing remained calm. "Simon," she whispered. "He's behind you." He didn't want to turn round, afraid of coming face to face with some eldritch abomination, but he summoned his courage. There, stood right behind him, as plain as day, was John Wesley himself. At first glance, he resembled any other living person, save for a faint aura of silver light surrounding him. "Um, greetings to you, Mr. Wesley." The vicar stammered. He wondered why he was so afraid. Of all the dead persons one could meet, John Wesley was surely one of the nicest, most inoffensive ones. John's face relaxed into a smile. He put his hands together and bowed. "I thank you most sincerely. Soon, I shall experience salvation, for you are known to this person whom I seek. I hope you can bring her to me soon. I bid you a good day, " He bowed and vanished. Suddenly, in the space of thirty seconds, it was light and bright in the church. The lights stopped flickering and the gloom lifted. Outside, the clouds had rolled back from the sun. The building was suddenly and unexplainably warm too, as if the temperature had risen by about five degrees. Reverend Morris dared to exhale. "Oh! Well, that, wasn't too nerve-racking! He's a very polite ghost isn't he?" "Simon, did you hear what he said? He said her. A female relative or friend of yours is the person he's seeking!" "Wonder who it could be? Not my mum, surely. Could be Aunt Susan? I'm not seeing the connection here." "What about your wife?" Reverend Ewing suggested. He blinked. "Jenna? Oh of course! it must be her! Her grandma is a Methodist! That must be why John wants to see her!" To be continued. By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

Why not buy a board game from our sponsors Kienda: kienda.co.uk/polyhedroncollider Warning: This podcast contains strong language and adult content  Its time to channel our inner Bob Ross and Duncan Rhodes, as we talk about our anual painting challenge, this time using only the Two Thin Coats starter paints.  Go check out the video at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ec37fRNzegc We also talk about the Arthurian legend board game from the makers of Oathsworn, Avalon: The Rivel Veil, trade stocks and shares in Big Boss from Funko, and rebuild ancient city walls in Ezra and Nehemiah from Garphill Games. We then answer listener questions on what we like and hate about the games industry and where to get the latest releases in the UK. Games Mentioned 00:01:58 Airecon West 00:06:47 Andy bought a Baneblade 00:10:52 PHC painting contest with Two Thin Coats  00:19:43 Avalon: The Riven Veil  00:28:07 Big Boss 00:36:33 Ezra and Nehemiah 00:50:53 Questions from the mailbag   ⭐Show Sponsor: Kienda When you sign up to an account with Kienda use this link to bag yourself a wee discount and help support the show.  Let's face it, you were going to buy a board game anyway

Welcome to Media Club Plus: a podcast about diving into the media that interests us and the stories that excite us. We take a little vacation to Meteor City to see what's going on with the Phantom Troupe. Basically they're being local superheroes, saving their hometown from destruction. Also, Kalluto Zoldyck is there. He thinks becoming the Big Boss of the Spiders will help him get his brother back, whatever that means. As always we are brought to you by Friends at the Table. This season, we're watching 2011's Hunter x Hunter, based on the manga by Yoshihiro Togashi. In this episode we cover episodes 96+97, titled A x Lawless x Home and Carnage x And x Devastation. Next episode we'll be covering episodes 98-100 titled Infiltration x and x Selection, Combination x and x Evolution, and Tracking and Pursuit. Featuring Keith Carberry (@KeithJCarberry, @KeithJCarberry), Jack de Quidt (@notquitereal, @jdq) Sylvi Bullet (@SYLVIBULLET, @SYLVIBULLET), and Andrew Lee Swan (@swandre3000, @swandre3000) Produced by Keith Carberry Music by Jack de Quidt (available at notquitereal.bandcamp.com) Cover Art by by Annie Johnston-Glick (@dancynrew) anniejg.com To find the screenshots for this episode, check out this post on our patreon, friendsatthetable.cash This episode was made with support from listeners like you! To support us, you can go to http://friendsatthetable.cash ...Or find our merch here http://friendsatthetable.shop To find transcripts of the episodes, go to http://TranscriptsattheTable.com

Alex, Hask, and Tins are joined by Dr. Brett Robinson, former Australian Wallaby and front-runner to be the next Chair of World Rugby. With his sons as the motivators for his unexpected appearance on GBR, Brett reveals his path to candidacy, what sparked his decision to lead, and why he believes his experience in both business and player safety makes him the right man to lead World Rugby.  The GBR team brings the heat on modernising the game. But to begin, we are honoured to unveil the new British & Irish Lions shirt for their tour of Australia in 2025. Season 5 is Sponsored by Continental Tyres NordVPN Deal ➼ https://nordvpn.com/goodbadrugby Try it risk-free now with a 30-day money-back guarantee!

Serien-Samenspender zeugen hunderte Kinder und Caro fragt sich: „Was ist los mit den Männern?“ Die US-Reality-TV-Show „The Apprentice“ hat Donald Trump groß gemacht. Miguel gräbt die deutsche Version aus: „Big Boss“ mit Reiner Calmund. Auch zu tief im Netz gegraben? Schickt uns eure rabbit holes und offenen Tabs an toomanytabs@ndr.de. Absolute tmt-Serienempfehlung – „Schwarze Früchte“ in der ARD Mediathek: https://www.ardmediathek.de/serie/schwarze-fruechte/staffel-1/Y3JpZDovL2Rhc2Vyc3RlLmRlL3NjaHdhcnplLWZydWVjaHRl/1 Und hier geht's zur Samenspender-Doku mit Gerrit: https://1.ard.de/vater-bekannt?pc

The boys introduce Kriss to the world of army building, as they kidnap soldiers and ask them to defect in the name of Big Boss.Codec Calls is a comprehensive look back at the franchise that revolutionized video games forever… Metal Gear! From 1987 to the preset, we play through all the games… two veterans and one newcomer to the franchise discuss the world of Metal Gear.Join our Facebook page to get updates and info on future episodes and possible podcasts: https://www.facebook.com/pixelbendersOur join the official Codec Calls FB Group directly to hang with fellow Metal Gear fans: https://www.facebook.com/groups/codeccallsJoin the Discord Server!https://discord.gg/q9J9AJyFEZLeave us a Codec Message at: (209) 791-0995Visit the website and get more shows and content at: http://Pixel-Benders.comDirect Download: https://redcircle.com/shows/codec-callsHosted at http://RedCircle.com

Welcome to Cyrus Says! In this episode of Cyrus Says, actor and comedian Ranvir Shorey takes us through his fascinating journey of becoming one of Bollywood's most versatile performers. Born to Bollywood producer Krishan Dev Shorey, Ranvir began his career as a video jockey & producer on Channel V before breaking into the world of acting. He shares memories of working alongside his close friend Vinay Pathak on Ranvir Vinay Aur Kaun? and The Great Indian Comedy Show—two shows that cemented their place as comedic icons. Ranvir recounts his debut film Ek Chhoti si Love Story and his memorable roles in films like Khosla Ka Ghosla, Pyaar Ke Side Effects, Fruit & Nut and Titli. He also talks about working with industry legends in films like Ek Tha Tiger& Sonchiriya reflecting on the different phases of his career. Beyond films, he dives into his experiences in the OTT space starring in popular series like Sacred Games. Lastly, Ranvir opens up about his recent stint on Bigg Boss OTT Season 3, where he emerged as the second runner-up, sharing insights into the challenges and intense dynamics of the show.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Send Mike a Text!Mike takes his microphone to work at Nicholson Ranch in Sonoma to capture the "behind the scenes" of a day during harvest season. He talks to the wine-making crew and to Deepak, the Big Boss about the 2024 vintage. And he also talks about what's "in his glass". This episode is great with headphones on!$ponsor The Podcast HERE (Many thanks!)Have you emailed Mike for Coasters?? You can do that HERE - or send a text with the link above. Also, be sure you're following along on Instagram, for the visual element of the podcast.Wines Discussed This Episode:2008 Sheridan Vineyard Cabernet Sauvignon "Block 1" Yakima Valley2017 Italics Winegrowers "Italics", Coombsville, Napa2016 Italics Winegrowers Petit Verdot, Coombsville, NapaSupport the showIMPORTANT!! Please "follow" or "subscribe" to the podcast, so you don't miss an episode. If you listen on Apple Podcasts take a moment to rate (5 stars please!) and write a review. They tell me it helps A LOT!

Bad sessions. We've all dealt with them and we'll continue to have them periodically. It's all part of running TTRPGs. But how to you deal with them when they happen? What do you do to salvage the game at the next session? DM Dave offers a question to his fellow Wise DMs regarding a recent session that he felt he could have run better, smoother, better improv. But he got stuck. Hey, it happens.In this episode, Tony and Chris help Dave talk it out and, in the process, reveal what we all deal with… sometimes, everything just goes south in the game and it isn't fun. It's even tougher to deal with when you've handled these kinds of issues successfully before. So what are you going to do about it?2:20 DM Dave gives a high overview of his Melora's Light campaign that led to the recent game that went awry.9:25 Disrupting the DMs plans. How new players are great for this.11:20 Wait, the players just walked straight to the Big Boss? How to deal with it when they walk right up to the front door.12:35 The forever debate between sandbox and rails.18:12 It's important to be honest about how you're feeling about the game and what is fun for you and your group. 21:05 “Back in the Day” with DM Tony. 24:25 The unlikely team-up with the arch-nemesis.27:05 Always remember to prep enough for you to feel comfortable improving through anything.28:22 DM Chris reviews his recent issue with releasing an overpowered weapon and how to properly retcon it. Also, Baghtru.35:05 There's always the next session.42:25 Final Thoughts.

Bonjour, vous écoutez bannouze le podcast du marketing et de la com digital. Un épisode un peu plus entrepreneurial ! Nous avons la chance de recevoir Hervé Bloch, créateur des BigBoss, qui nous partage sans filtre et sans langue de bois son parcours, et surtout ses galères les plus notables (et elles sont épiques). Un grand merci à lui ! Merci également à Stanley Maman de m'accompagner sur cet épisode un peu spécial, car c'est le 101e épisode de Bannouze ! Oui, pour ceux qui me connaissent, je fais les choses un peu différemment, et je trouve ça cool de célébrer ce podcast après avoir franchi la barre des 100 épisodes. Un grand merci à mon premier invité et ami Matthieu Raiffé, qui m'a accompagné sur plusieurs épisodes, ainsi qu'à Romain Bourgois et Alexia Lefeuvre pour leur aide précieuse. Merci aux invités pour leur confiance. Merci à vous tous de me suivre, avec une dédicace particulière à ceux qui laissent un commentaire et une note sur Apple Podcast. Je vais faire évoluer le projet en ajoutant de la vidéo de manière plus professionnelle. C'est pour cela que je vais ouvrir le podcast à un sponsor, ce qui me permettra de rémunérer un monteur vidéo. Si vous ou votre entreprise souhaitez sponsoriser le podcast, contactez-moi à bannouzemedia@gmail.com en mettant en objet "Sponsor". Bref, jamais une introduction Bannouze n'aura été aussi longue, bonne écoute ! #marketing #marketingdigital #podcastmarketing #podcastmarketingdigital

Season 3 is here and that means Spidey takes on the newly crowned Big Boss of New York... The Kingpin! Our hero thinks he's got this one in the bag, but turns out the 6'7, 450 lb. man mountain won't roll over so easy!   WELCOME BACK AND WELCOME TO SEASON 3!   Sign up now for Bonus Episodes of Me & my friend, Pete @patreon.com/HSPP!

Do you get anxious at the thought of your boss? Imagine if your boss ran a criminal syndicate! In today's Chinese podcast, the ever-diligent Lao Wang finally meets his employer. To learn how to introduce yourself to the boss in Mandarin Chinese, please listen to this exciting podcast. Episode link: https://www.chinesepod.com/1206

Episode 380, which is the 500th episode of SLC Punkcast. Including tracks from OFF, Brothers Grim Punk, Mediaslaves, GAVL, Big Boss, Street Dogs, Down By Law, Toy Dolls, NAILS, Anti-Heros, Wraith, and Vandoliers. The episode is loaded with a bunch of new music shared with us, celebrating 500 with some covers, an audio letter from Grammar Free in the U.K., discuss upcoming live shows, play a couple great albums released last week, and wrap up the show with some crossover thrash and country punk tracks.

The conversation shifts to the Packers after ESPN NFL analyst Mike Tannenbaum says it's an "easy" pick to have the Packers as Super Bowl champions. Kyle doesn't love that, and his reaction leads to an all-time Strouf rant. The Big Boss of 94.5 ESPN brings his Badgers thoughts to the program.

GreenRanger is in a Diablo fix, but that doesn't stop this podcast! He discusses the Rush Super MiniBOX, Asana Mutsuba event, and a new card trader card. #YGODuelLinks #YGOMasterDuel #duellinks #yugioh #podcast

The Dadley Boyz answer your burning wrestling questions...What are we most looking forward to at WrestleMania?Is Gunther the next big boss?Will Ospreay vs. Bryan Danielson!Our thoughts on Austin Theory's bump!Is MJF out of place on the AEW roster?!ENJOY!Follow us on Twitter:@AdamWilbourn@MSidgwick@MichaelHamflett@WhatCultureWWEFor more awesome content, check out: whatculture.com/wwe Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

“I think Vegas is the place where you also go to bury your mistakes and make new ones…” - Chris  On this week's episode, we welcome back our Dead Meat buds, James A. Janisse and Chelsea Rebecca, to talk about the completely entertaining, direct-to-video horror sequel, Leprechaun 3! How amazingly does the Leprechaun fit right in when he gets to Las Vegas? How hysterically naive is this Scott fella when playing in the casino? Why does the Big Boss at this casino have his big, fancy, Boss Suite… on the third floor? And why does it take the Leprechaun so long to kill that pawn shop owner? PLUS: Where can we get a copy of this amazing folklore encyclopedia CD-ROM? Leprechaun 3 stars Warwick Davis, John Gatins, Lee Armstrong, John DeMita, Michael Callan, Marcelo Tubert, and Caroline Williams as Loretta; directed by Brian Trenchard-Smith. Be sure to catch us on tour this spring, gang! We'll be hitting Atlanta, Houston and Austin and we wanna see you come out! Head over to our tour page and get them tix! In Atlanta we're talking about Gerard Butler in Gamer, Houston is a W❤️M on Robocop 2, and in Austin we're doing another W❤️M celebrating the great Robert Rodriguez movie, From Dusk Till Dawn! Make the WHM Merch Store your one-stop shop for all your We Hate Movies merch-related needs! Including new Time Runner, Polish Decoy, ‘Jack Kirby', and Forrest the Universal Soldier designs!