Podcasts about blind truth

1. Henk Donkers & Ell Murphy - Without You (Original Mix) WOLF Music 2. Norm Talley - Horny Dubz (Original Mix) The Playground 3. Trade - Another Sunday (Original Mix) Smashing Trax Records 4. Conspiracy Dubz - I Need You (Original Mix) Plastik People Recordings 5. Harley & Muscle - Tonight (Original Mix) Real Groove 6. Baeka feat. Coffee Nights - Move On Me (Original Mix) Piston Recordings 7. DJ Crisps - Take Me Away (Original Mix) DJ Crisps Self-released 8. Prescribe Da Vibe - The Heat (Original Mix) fourbyfour 9. Beefy Bert - So Into You (Original Mix) Robotical Grooves 10. LTC (UK) - More (Original Mix) Pogo House Records 11. Blind Truth feat. Tata & Toney - Why Can't We See (Victor Simonelli Previously Unreleased Cassette Demo Mix) Unkwn Rec 12. Zetbee - You Shine (Original Mix) Hive Label 13. Scruscru - Riders On The Calm (Original Mix) LTD, W/LBL www.ossomrecords.com DON'T KNOCK, THIS IS OSSOM.

Puntata n.437 del format radiofonico Wake House Tracklist 00:00 - DJ Angelo Ruggieri - Wake House Intro 01:30 - Dj Aiblo - Carezza (Original Mix) 06:37 - Jackers Revenge - Freak Playerz (Original Mix) 10:35 - Gips - After Love (Daisuke Miyamoto Remix) 14:35 - D.P.V. - Tonight Is The Night (Original Mix) 17:43 - The Knocks, Sofi Tukker - One On One (Cerrone Remix) 23:30 - Block & Crown, Lissat - How Long (Original Mix) 26:23 - Paul Parsons, Jason Madden - Well Alright (Original Mix) 29:45 - Ministry Of Funk - In your Arms Tonite (Deep Groove Remix) 33:59 - DJ Blackstone - Baker Street (Extended Mix) 39:03 - Richard Grey, Lissat - Cowboy Girl (Original Mix) 42:32 - Ghostbusterz - She Drives Me Crazy (Original Mix) 45:53 - Nari - Diamond (Original Mix) 49:53 - Inner City - Good Life (Dantiez & Hugo Cantarra 2024 Remix) 54:32 - Blind Truth, Earth n Days - Why Can't We See (Earth n Days Remix) 57:51 - ARTY - Sunshine (CHANEY Remix) 01:02:06 - Timo Tapani - Arriba (Original Mix) 01:05:40 - Sway N Play - Take Me Up (Extended Mix) 01:09:43 - Italo Perez - Hey Dale (Original Mix) 01:13:15 - Dubdogz, Thousand Kids, MERAKI - Ain't No Mountain (Extended Mix) 01:16:24 - MistaJam, x.o.anne - XOX (Extended Mix) 01:20:56 - GIOC, Eric Olliver - Baby Freak (Original Mix) 01:26:41 - Rick Silva - Pa Dubai (Original Mix) 01:31:11 - Nicola Amoruso - Rewind (Original Mix)

This weeks 'Track Of The Week' goes to David Guetta & OneRepublic with I Don't Wanna Wait Globalsessions is now reaching audiences in over 38 countries across 140+ stations each week. Stay up-to-date with the latest by following Paul Rudd and Globalsessions on social media at @theglobalsessions @djpaulrudd and remember that you can download the free podcast of the show every Monday. 1. Becky Hill - Outside Of Love (Extended Mix) 2. Blind Truth x Alex Ross x RedScope Feat Tata & Toney - Why Cant We See 3. Silverland - Give A Little 4. Kelli-Leigh - Unconditional (Extended Mix) 5. Ampersounds - Burnin' Up (Original Mix) 6. Our Anthem - Dr Beat 7. Charli XCX - Von Dutch 8. Bowie Jane - Never Surrender 9. Charlie Big x Shanie - Drop The Beat TRACK OF THE WEEK 10. David Guetta & OneRepublic - I Don't Wanna Wait 11. CYRIL - Stumblin In (Arno Cost & Norman Doray Radio Edit) 12. Thomas Irwin - Loves Touch 13. Coco de Sax - Remember 14. Neiked Feat Muni Long & Nile Rodgers - The Moves 15. Steinsdotter - Out Of Body (Catchfraze & Zapdos Remix) 16. Sarah Reeves - Billboards On Sunset (Gregatron Radio Edit) 17. Welshy Feat Hayley May - Feel 18. Alok & Bebe Rexha – Deep In Your Love 19. D.O.D Feat Hannah Boleyn - Dominos (Original Mix) 20. Galantis x David Guetta x 5 Seconds Of Summer - Lighter (Extended) This show is syndicated & distributed exclusively by Syndicast. If you are a radio station interested in airing the show or would like to distribute your podcast / radio show please register here: https://syndicast.co.uk/distribution/registration

This weeks 'Track Of The Week' goes to Becky Hill with Outside Of Love Globalsessions is now reaching audiences in over 38 countries across 140+ stations each week. Stay up-to-date with the latest by following Paul Rudd and Globalsessions on social media at @theglobalsessions @djpaulrudd and remember that you can download the free podcast of the show every Monday. 1. Kelli-Leigh - Unconditional (Extended Mix) 2. Zen Freeman - Together In Electric Dreams (Original Mix) 3. Charlie Big x Shanie Drop The Beat 4. Issey Cross - Sleepwalking (Prettygood Remix) 5. Silverland - Give A Little (Original Radio Edit) 6. President Street - I Dont Wanna Be (MOTIV8 & DTAG Radio Edit) 7. CYRIL - Stumblin In (Arno Cost & Norman Doray Radio Edit) 8. Blind Truth x Alex Ross x RedScope Feat Tata & Toney - Why Cant We See 9. Joseph Sinatra & Zetaphunk - Get Movin TRACK OF THE WEEK 10. Becky Hill - Outside Of Love 11. Osborne & Justin Novak - Waiting 12. Charli XCX - Von Dutch 13. Kygo Feat Ava Max - Whatever (Tiesto Remix) 14. Avalan Rokston - Faith 15. Dua Lipa - Training Season (Chloe Caillet Remix) 16. Bowie Jane - Never Surrender (Original Edit) 17. Calvin Harris, Rag N Bone Man - Lovers In A Past Life (Westend Remix) 18. Thomas Irwin - Loves Touch 19. Ampersounds - Burnin' Up (Original Mix) This show is syndicated & distributed exclusively by Syndicast. If you are a radio station interested in airing the show or would like to distribute your podcast / radio show please register here: https://syndicast.co.uk/distribution/registration

This weeks 'Track Of The Week' goes to Kelli-Leigh with Unconditional Globalsessions is now reaching audiences in over 38 countries across 140 stations each week. Stay up-to-date with the latest by following Paul Rudd and Globalsessions on social media at @theglobalsessions @djpaulrudd and remember that you can download the free podcast of the show every Monday. 1. Alok & Bebe Rexha – Deep In Your Love 2. Ella Henderson feat Rudimental - Alibi (Joel Corry Radio Edit) 3. Russell Small & DNOP Feat Kim Of Diamonds - Ill Find My Way 4. Gianpiero XP - WOW 5. Galantis x David Guetta x 5 Seconds Of Summer - Lighter 6. Osborne & Justin Novak - Waiting 7. Zen Freeman - Together In Electric Dreams (Original Mix) 8. Avalan Rokston - Faith 9. R3HAB x VIZE x JP Cooper - Jet Plane (Club Mix) TRACK OF THE WEEK 10. Kelli-Leigh - Unconditional (Extended Mix) 11. D.O.D Feat Hannah Boleyn - Dominos 12. CYRIL - Stumblin In (Arno Cost & Norman Doray Radio Edit) 13. Shiralee Coleman & DJ Fuel feat Clarita de Quiroz - Always You 14. President Street - I Dont Wanna Be (MOTIV8 & DTAG Radio Edit) 15. Silverland - Give A Little (Original Radio Edit) 16. Sia & Kylie - Dance Alone (Pure Shores Remix) 17. Kygo Feat Ava Max - Whatever (Tiesto Remix) 18. Joseph Sinatra & Zetaphunk - Get Movin 19. Blind Truth x Alex Ross x RedScope Feat Tata & Toney - Why Cant We See 20. Mark Knight x Armand Van Helden - Dont Abuse It 21. Jonas Blue x Sam Feldt x Endless Summer x Sadie Rose Van - Rest Of My Life This show is syndicated & distributed exclusively by Syndicast. If you are a radio station interested in airing the show or would like to distribute your podcast / radio show please register here: https://syndicast.co.uk/distribution/registration

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On today's catch up, a Text Trauma shines light on a shocking dating trend, Josh from MAFS learned a harsh truth about the media and the Denyers get grilled about our Logies Recovery Party ghosting. Subscribe on LiSTNR: https://play.listnr.com/podcast/hughesy-ed-and-erinSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Jack Your Body 3 with Ricky Pellegrino on Data Trasmission Radio Thursday 8 June 2023 - 6PM GMT, 7PM CEST Genres: House, Jackin House Tracklist: 1. Ricky Pellegrino -The Moonlight (Original Mix) [Juiced Music] 2. Alok, E.Eyre, K.Dope, C.Waters - Deep Down (Never Dull's In My Mind Extended Rmx) [High Fashion Music] 3. Mattei & Omich, F.Provillon - My Feelings Can't Explain (Ext. Mix) [Mattei & Omich Music] 4. DJ Taz, Alfieri feat. Heyoka Jones - Real Love (Disco Vocal Mix) [Ocean Trax Records] 5. Kid Massive - Gimme Your Love (Extended Mix) [HouseU] 6. Wayne Soul Avengerz, Odyssey Inc., Venessa Jackson - Don't Mess With My Man (Trois Garcon Mix) [Trois Garçon] 7. Blind Truth, Featuring Tata And Toney, Odyssey Inc., Louis Latino, Victor Simonelli, Arthur Baker - Why Can't We See (Odyssey Inc. Feat Louis Latino Remix) [Unkwn Rec] 8. Dirty Channels - Make You Cry (Extended Mix) [Glitterbox Recordings] 9. DJ Mystro Love, DJ Spen - Money (DJ Spen Re-Edit) [unquantize] 10. Dick Johnson - Get Up Now [Industry Standard] 11. Dj Kone & Marc Palacios, DAN/ROS - Good For You (Extended Mix) [There Was Jack] 12. Tom Bug & Grooveline - Love Will Shine (Extended Mix) [Soulfuric Trax] 13. Doche - Rock Steady [Tropical Disco Records] Tropical Disco Records

RADIO PROGRAM ISSUED LIVE, RECORDED IN VIP BOILER STUDIO, AND WILL BE BROADCASTED INTEGRALLY FROM RADIO ABRERA FM (BARCELONA) MIXED BY JOHN C. BRAVE, BARCELONA ON SATURDAY, APRIL 29, 2023 - HOUSE, NU-DISCO, SOULFUL HOUSE, DEEP HOUSE, JACKIN HOUSE, TRIBAL HOUSE, PROGRESSIVE HOUSE & TECH-HOUSE. EVERYTHING MIXED WITH RELOOP RP-8000-MK2 PLATES, TIME CODE VINYLS, TWO DENON SC5000M AND A MIXER DENON X1850. LET'S FIGHT AGAINST THE BUG BY NOT LEAVING THE HOUSE AND DANCING AT THE BEST RATE. LONG LIFE AT THE HOUSE MUSIC. ENCOURAGE AND ENJOY THE SESSION !! ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡PROMOTIONAL USE ONLY !!!!!!!!!!!!! 1) Dr Packer, Suki Soul - Keep It Coming (Original Mix) 2) Quinze & Bob Sinclar - Never Knew Love Like This Before (Extended Mix) 3) Purple Disco Machine, Kungs - Substitution (Extended) 4) Raf Marchesini, D-Othersid3 - Free To Do (Extended Mix) 5) Oliver Heldens & Kylie Minogue - 10 Out Of 10 (Extended Mix) 6) Rick Marshall - I Love Music 7) Block & Crown, Paul Parsons - Kick Ya Legs in the Air (Original Mix) 8) Kokiri - Hot Damn! (Extended Mix) 9) Blank & Jones feat. Cathy Battistessa - The Lovers (Cassara Extended Remix) 10) Dr Packer, Suki Soul - Keep It Coming (Original Mix) 11) Ancalima, Loco Miguel, Sean Finn - Gangsta's Paradise (Sean Finn Extended Mix) 12) Blind Truth, Featuring Tata And Toney - Why Cant We See (Odyssey Inc. Feat Louis Latino Remix) 13) Roog, Ron Carroll - Wasn't For The Music (Jay Vegas Remix) 14) Homero Espinosa, Tobirus Mozelle - Love Is The Cure (Michael Gray Remix)

Track list - White Bellied Heron Mix - feat. Stereo Bill **************************************************************************** 01. Vine, Teddy Dougles - Through Colored Folks Eyes (Teddy Douglas Remix) 02. Dick Johnson - Into The Groove (String Mix) 03. Underground Ministries feat. Kenny Bobien - I Shall Not Be Moved (Bobby D'Ambrosio Remix) 04. Masters At Work - Virus Ruff Mutes (Sax Dub) 05. Blind Truth, feat. Tata And Toney - Why Can't We See (Odyssey Inc. Feat Louis Latino Remix) 06. Dreamer G - I Got That Feeling (Original Mix) 07. Mike Dunn - Strut Cho Phunky Stuff (Sho' Nuff) (Mike Dunn Extended Black Glitter MixX) 08. Solid (CDOCK'S Funkhut Acoustic Vocal) - Sheree Hicks, DjPope, Charles Dockins 09. Louie Vega - Chimi (feat. Elements Of Life) (PA Inspired Mix) 10. J.A.E - Love Me Right (Ezel Remix) 11. Dutchican Soul - Promises (Extended Mix) 12. Angelo Ferreri - That Riff **************************************************************************** Stereo Bill from Cologne, Germany brought us this deep and soulful mix set feat. tracks by Masters At Work, Mike Dunn, Angelo Ferreri and many more! Enjoy the ride! It would be awesome if you would leave a like, a comment or a share :) ____________ Support the Deep House Cat on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/deephousecats/ Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwcUSe8m5Q1-qZcZ1w8MejA/feed Mixcloud Select: https://www.mixcloud.com/DeepHouseCatShow/select/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/deephousecatshow Twitter: https://twitter.com/deephousecat #deephouse #whitebellieheron #soulfulhouse #housemusic #deep #house #soulful #podcast #dancemusic #radio #love #podcaster #repost #freemusic #freepodcast #weekly

“Oh Granny, What are you wearing?” said a horrified looking Grand as I showed off my beach attire. I said nothing when he elected to come to my Birthday lunch in a multicoloured tutu, rugby shirt and jeans. He might not approve of my sense of style but I admire his nerve in mixing his. He's a boy who knows his own mind and what he likes, well, he likes. We took a photo of ourselves before we sat down to eat. He had his arm around me in a loving embrace. In the picture, I looked adoringly at him. He had a bit of a smirk on his cherubic face. I've subsequently discovered that his little hand was not squeezing me in an act of unbridled affection, but he was busy pebble dashing my party clothes in giant cuscus and a really good set of oily smears that even the dry cleaner sucked in her breath at. When the post party pictures circulated, I only had eyes for the Grand. He was on form and looking pretty pleased with himself. As I sat in bed drinking my fourth litre of water of the day and feeling post chemo sorry for myself, I tried opening my phone to have just one more look at the centre of my universe. My phone was having none of it. Since my hair dropped out and my face got puffy, I am no longer a recognisable version of myself when it comes to the tech on which I have grown so dependent. Not only does it repeatedly tell me that my face is not recognised, it doesn't think that popping in my passcode is enough anymore. After so many weeks of failing to see the person I am, it repeatedly demands that I check my texts and enter the one time only pin number I'm about to receive. It could be worse I suppose. It got worse. Next it started asking me to enter the letters and numbers it sent me in response to my having entered the verification code. Since they come is a jumbled state and are impenetrable at the best of times, it didn't like my responses, which were many and incorrect, so it referred me to help desk. A ticket was raised and there was nothing for it but to drink water and wait. The Dry Cleaner said the stains have come out pretty well. Only a shadow of a handprint remains and the cuscus is history. She broke the good news the moment I presented myself at her counter. She has never known me with hair or a jawline or the ability to move faster than a sloth. She's in for a surprise sometime next year. I only hope she doesn't ask me for the secret dry cleaner password in a moment of doubt that I'm in fact there to launch a raid on dry cleaning fluid and paralyse her business for a ransom. A man I know walked straight past me in the street a couple of weeks ago. I was relieved not to have to stop for a chat, but outraged that he didn't see me. It's bad enough to be ignored by people that I want to ignore, but no one wants to be invisible. It may be that it a weird twist, those around me should get their eyes tested. They just don't know it, or are having trouble reconciling how they used to see with what they see now. After a lifetime of living in a world which is largely invisible to me, maybe, just maybe I have the edge. END Follow the Blind Truth Blog here: https://theblindtruth.co.uk/ Image is Siobhain Santry's drawing of a grey ribbon with The Blind Truth written on it.

Tracklist: 01. Ryan Alex - Back In The Swing (Original Mix) 02. Cece Peniston - I'm Feelin' U (Qubiko Extended Remix) 03. Bob Sinclar, Steve Edwards - World Hold On (DJ Kone & Marc Palacios Extended Mix) 04. Blind Truth, Featuring Tata And Toney - Why Can't We See (Odyssey Inc. Feat Louis Latino Remix) 05. Full Intention, Blaze - Be Yourself 06. Cajmere, Dajae - Brighter Days (Marco Lys Remix) 07. Huxley - All I Need (Extended Mix) 08. Domino DB, Michelle Weeks - So Cold (DJ Kone & Marc Palacios Extended Remix) 09. Roog - Slerom (Old Skool Bump Mix) 10. Tete de la Course - I Got It (Extended Mix) 11. CASSIMM, Atlantic Ocean - Waterfall (Extended Mix) 12. Austins Groove - Too Late (Original Mix) www.robbiestyles.co.uk

**The Happy Sound of Universe, 60 minutes Full Happy 01 Archie Versace & Supermini - fired up 02 Birdee - best there ever was 03 Ron Carroll - something beautiful 04 Risk Assessment - welcome 05 Revival & Phebe Edwards & Geo Gospel Choir - think 06 Manuel de la mare - here i am once again 07 Chemars - the message 08 Pig & Dan - pull up to the bumper 09 Blind Truth - why can't we see 10 Cassimm - cada vez 11 Antonello Ferrari - shine on

www.youtube.com/channel/UC6rh-ipGRIfHAX_N7EuuJSA www.facebook.com/Tropical-Velvet-291983374288261/ twitter.com/TropicalVelvet www.instagram.com/tropicalvelvetrecords TRAXSOURCE: www.traxsource.com/label/18796/tropical-velvet BEATPORT: pro.beatport.com/label/tropical-velvet/40791 HURRICANE MEESH PRESENTS A BRAND NEW VELVET BASEMENT SHOW VOL.55 1. Oscar P - All I Do Is Think (N.W.N. Remix) 2. Yooks, True2Life, Andy Hague - Samba Gringo (Original Mix) 3. DJ Christian B - Art Of Zen (Original Mix) 4. 2Sleep - I GIVE IT (Mikan Digital) 5. Blind Truth, Featuring Tata And Toney - Why Can't We See (Odyssey Inc. Feat Louis Latino Remix) 6. Nkomba - Wamasese (Jet Boot Jack Remix) 7. Kevin Yost - Messing With My Soul (T.Markakis Remix) 8. Kevin Yost - Ready For Me (Original Mix) 9. Rony Breaker, Feenix - Gimme That (MD Remix) 10. Adri Block - Satisfy The Need In Me (Vintage Nudisco Mix) 11. Mark Lewis - Nobody Knows (Flow Culture Vocal) 12. Richard Les Crees - Even If I Could"

Tracklist:1. Manodom - Be Funky (Sebb Junior Remix)2. Killed Kasette, Redux Saints & Divine - Be The Light (Hatiras Remix)3. Manodom - Strong Together (Extended Mix)4. Steve Silk Hurley feat. Sharon Pass - The Word Is Love (Alain Ducroix & Daniele Quatrini Remix)5. Discoplex - Secrets (T.Markakis Remix)6. Tete De La Course - I Got It (Extended Mix)7. Blind Truth, Featuring Tata & Toney - Why Can't We See (Odyssey Inc. Feat Louis Latino Remix)8. Archie B - My Love (Original Mix)9. Jon Salty - Just Let Go (Original Mix)10. Tom Brownlow - Room 38 (Original Mix)11. Keith Mac - Mesmerized (Original Mix)12. Alonso, Franz Alexander - True Love (Original Mix)13. Pansil - If We Only (Kiral Remix) Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The blonde bob has long since departed. Jackie, “hairdresser to the stars and your humble servant”, cut it short in an Audrey Hepburn homage. She is deluded. My friend Ranni, bought me three meters of navy blue lining cotton which I wound into a turban and practiced wearing about the house. There is a You Tube video for everything and when it comes to head coverings, I've done my fair share. I've covered a lot of ground from ultra conservative religious practices to cultural heritage and a modern twist on just about everything in between. I might be more Enna Sharples, in the resulting headgear, than “Queen” but I feel alright with that. I had a funeral to go to, so I practiced wearing my turban around the house. I jumped about a bit, shook my head a bit, read, cooked and even managed a walk in it. It stayed on and not a safety pin in sight. Then I sent a photo of myself in my turban, to those who know more about these things than me, and got the thumbs up. Thank goodness for girlfriends. Thank goodness for boyfriends. Big BUT here, because when it comes to matters like this, it's your girlfriends that count. My girlfriends have all risen to the challenge and have provided me with a trip to a scarf emporium, where I left my dark glasses on a shelf long enough to go to eat lunch in a real restaurant, and try on clothes somewhere down an escalator and round a corner, before noticing that I was no longer in possession of said dark glasses. When I retraced my steps, there they were, two hours later, just where I had left them. This says something about the honesty of shoppers or the desirability of my glasses. My friend did proffer an opinion, but I'm not convinced. Now all of this has raised a question. Even if you are wearing the most rudimentary of scarves you have to account for the slide factor. What do you do with your dark glasses if you are wearing a head covering and your normal practice is to pop your dark glasses on your head? How can your headgear accommodate your glasses? You have to opt for a head covering that offers up somewhere to tuck the arms of your glasses. I've gone for twist and tuck. I find it's perfectly possible to accommodate both readers and tints, at the same time, should I want to. The downside of this new way of doing things is that I can't feel I have my glasses on my head and I'm a bit prone to accidentally launching my specs, off my head, without clocking where they have landed. It's what you might call the crunch moment. The crunch comes once you have started to look for them. No one told me that losing my hair would feel like the discomfort of brushing your hair the wrong way. It hurts. Jackie returned with her scissors and cut what was left in an evenen close crop. They say you should “brave the shave” but I haven't. My humble servant popped round again and did her best work. I have a sort of cropped mullet. She refuses to put a razor to my scalp. The way I like to think of it, is that it provides a little grip to whatever I chose to wrap around my head and that keeps my specs safe. It's a bit like the old poem; “I eat my peas with honey. I've done it all my life. It makes the peas taste funny, but it keeps them on the knife. END Follow the Blind Truth Blog here: https://theblindtruth.co.uk/ Image is Siobhain Santry's drawing of a grey ribbon with The Blind Truth written on it.

I'm still living season 1 of my live streaming dark comedy “my left breast”.  It's a cracking little mini-series that has now been running for three months and promises to keep on running for at least another eight. I really hope that there is never a season 2. In the drama so far, I have given up a big old chunk of me that I thought I could never live without. It turns out that having a lumpectomy is a bit like having a bite out of the peach, or so I was told at the big reveal, that happened accidentally while I was getting out of the shower. Having your lymph nodes out is a bit more of a challenge. Every time I pick up a knife to chop carrots, I am met by cries of “Noooo” as my nearest and dearest lunge at me for fear I should cut myself, get an infection and die, or worse, that my arm cannot take it and swells to epic proportions that will cause me to moan.  I have given up my lifelong approach to checking the state of the blade, by running my thumb along it. The Son, even took my knife and fork out of my hands and cut up my food and removed the knife. Infection is the risk that is drummed into me at every turn. I even got given a card that says I'm a chemo patient and that should I become ill, “do not wait for blood results before administering antibiotics.” I feel like a drug Lord. I'm supposed to carry this with me at all times. It's also got an emergency help line number that I couldn't read, so a helpful nurse said she'd send it as a pdf. She was as good as her word. There was just one tiny little problem. Neither of us could rotate the document to an upright position. All of this was fine if you are skilled at reading upside down. The biggest laugh of this episode came with the arrival of the preparing for chemo video, in which three earnest nurses read the list of doom from an autocue. I particularly enjoyed the joke about remembering to use a condom. I can't remember if it came before or after the warnings about hair loss, weight gain and a nasty case of the runs. Given the likelihood of the these side effects, I'm not rushing out for prophylactics. On the upside, the video did include a flashed up copy of the emergency hot line number so I froze the screen and popped the number in my phone. The only problem was, that the number that appears on screen has an extra digit. It was the wrong number so let's hope no other bright spark had the same idea as me because they might die trying if they ever needed to call it. The nice nurse tried another approach and managed to print it out on a piece of paper that I have sitting next to me now, less I should cut myself with my own finger nail or possibly the edge of my tongue or probably the keyboard. As this particular episode of series 1 draws to its conclusion, I am not playing it for laughs any more. This is a dark comedy that has taken a turn for the worse. I only hope it's not too late to put matters right and get the script back on track. Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those who make it difficult. END Follow the Blind Truth Blog here: https://theblindtruth.co.uk/ Image is Siobhain Santry's drawing of a grey ribbon with The Blind Truth written on it.

It seems that this really is a country for old men.  Contrary to all expectations the favourite Uncle is now installed in a house round the corner. This will enable him to make a garden at my sisters and come round here with stale packets of biscuits and instant coffee while telling me tales about smoke alarms, fish sticks and moles. He has been digging flints out of the Sisters' garden in order to develop a brand new vegetable patch. In doing so he has created a superhighway for moles who have also decided to spend more time round at the Sisters enjoying the veg patch. The challenge of the moles has now become the principle occupation of the favourite Uncle, who tells me this story on repeat. I don't mind this and try to respond to each telling of it as if I am hearing it for the first time. “It's Uncle here,” he says when I pick up the phone. “I've got a very funny story to tell you about moles.” I listened to the story and when he got to the end, he wondered if he had mentioned who it was that was calling me. This morning he rang to say he was testing whether or not his phone worked by calling me. Then he told me he was popping in and had a funny story to tell me. “Good,” I said. “I could do with a good laugh because cancer is boring.” On arrival, Favourite Uncle did a thing he never does and slapped me encouragingly on the shoulder that feels like someone took a blow torch to it, thanks to recent health adventures. I winced and explained that this was the shoulder that felt as if someone had taken a blow torch to it, so best to avoid touching it. Then he did the thing he does that's designed to cover up the fact he didn't hear what I just said. He laughed and for good measure he slapped me on the shoulder again, before jetting off to put the parking permit in his car. We sat around discussing moles and drinking coffee before he said he had to go as his fish sticks were calling. I said, “Don't touch that shoulder because it feels as if someone has taken a blow torch to it.” “Jolly good,” he said and for luck, gave it a final wallop. Then I received an email about the second Favourite Uncle who has been in bed since February, but periodically comes to and asks for a roast dinner. This morning he came to and ordered Sunday lunch with all the trimmings. I called the Brother because it's his Birthday today. He went out to lunch and on his way home, fell out of his car doing a wheelchair transfer. It took three hours to drag himself into the house. This was the moment where I was probably supposed to offer up a “Bless you,” to show a bit of compassion for his misfortune, but instead I picked a fight and told him he was an idiot for not having a car and wheelchair that were suited to his needs. I suppose you might say I slapped him in just the spot where it felt that he'd been assaulted with a blow torch. The evening was spent listening to David Sedaris who is much funnier than moles or car transfer dramas or roast dinners.  Somewhat wryly he observed that in a total death toll of nearly a million from Covid in the USA, he hadn't chosen one of them, and none of them were related to him. Follow the Blind Truth Blog here: https://theblindtruth.co.uk/ Image is Siobhain Santry's drawing of a grey ribbon with The Blind Truth written on it.

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She didn't get up but indicated the chair for me to sit in. I sat down. She introduced herself and I said how nice it was to meet her. Given the circumstances, I might have happily lived into old age and never felt I'd missed out by not meeting her. “Now I've had this nice letter from your doctor. It's says your suffering with your eyes.” I raised my eyebrows. This was probably not the moment for sport but I couldn't help myself. “No”, I said, sounding suitably bemused.” “Well it says here that you've got a problem with your eyes. What I need to know is if you can see my face.” In view of the fact we were both wearing face masks this seemed a bit of a wasted question. I didn't say so. “Is that right? Are you suffering with your eyes?” “I'm not suffering. There is no suffering involved.” “But you do have a problem?” “No, the problem is not mine,” I spat. “The problem is largely other people”. As soon as the words were out of my mouth I felt a strange mix of satisfaction and regret. “I'm projecting of course,” she said. “If I couldn't see much I would be suffering. It would be a problem for me but I can see it's not a problem for you. But you see, what I need to know is if you can see my face.” “You think you do, “I persisted tipping into rudeness. “ We'll only end up in an existential exchange about what the gold standard of being able to see a face is. Since neither of us has any idea of what the other one understands by seeing a face it's a hopeless conversation so why don't I just tell you the snell score and you can look it up later. Shall we move on?” We moved on. When the copy of the letter she had written to my GP arrived, she had taken the time and the trouble to send me a large print version. Considering I behaved like a terrier, never missing an opportunity to take a bite at the deficiencies of my treatment, I may have to revise my opinion. When the follow up appointment letter came, that too came in large print. My only complaint is that only half of it made it's way onto the page. It wasn't the first half with no second half. In fact, I couldn't tell you if there ever was a page two because there were no page numbers and no one had signed it. Curiously it was the left side of the letter only. The right side of the letter seemed to have trailed off across the edge of the page into invisibility. How curious to take the trouble to send a critical appointment letter in large print but not to bother to check that it delivered the critical information. It's something I might feel the need to raise with “Miss Nat” or possibly even “a member of her tea” when I go to meet yet another stranger on Friday. Meantime, my email in box is now swilling in emails with uploaded leaflets from Breast cancer Care and a series of NHS leaflets that have been photocopied and turned into pdfs. The trouble is that every email is entitled “Your Scan” so no hint of a clue about what's in it. As to the pdf's themselves, they are upside down and the wrong way round and all need page by page rotation, which does not always go according to plan. Let us hope that this is the only confusion when it comes to the Big C. END Follow the Blind Truth Blog here: https://theblindtruth.co.uk/ Image is Siobhain Santry's drawing of a grey ribbon with The Blind Truth written on it.

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“A pop of colour does the trick”, or so I have been recently instructed. Even the most rudimentary of t-shirts can be dressed up with the addition of an ill-fitting jacket. It might work for Zoom but would it be good enough for real life? Would it work for a real evening out? Experience has taught me that the fish, I know I will order, often comes dressed in butter so it's wise to give thought to how to dress for splatter. Into my inbox popped a 15% off voucher, which I entered and bought a blouse I didn't know I needed. In fact, I bought two blouses that I didn't know I needed. Both of them in a size smaller than I really am. Which of these blouses would go well with fish? On balance, better to go with the one that would suffer less effect from butter. Having once sat opposite a blind diner who ate his buttered asparagus in much the same way that a small boy would suck long strands of pasta off the plate, slapping the strings against the side of his cheeks, I know the reach and devastation of a bit of the old melt. I know just how messy an eater I can be. It's an adventure, going out to eat in civilised company, or even not so civilised company. Here I should come clean and say that I've possibly given going out, to eat, more thought than I might have done before spending two years at home inhaling kettle crisps and lettuce. Dressing up felt like a million dollars and I had all my bases covered. A bit of salmon slapped down on some well buttered giant cuscus may not appeal to everyone but the waiter had me at “pink or well done?” No one ever asks this about fish. “Pink” I said licking my lips. The fish was delicious, the company good and the surroundings comfortable. I was at the point of sitting back in my chair, jacket off to show the best of my bargains, when it began to dawn on me, that the quirky red blob, that I thought had formed a charming variation to the regular repeat of an otherwise regulated floral pattern, was not what it seemed. If anyone who sat down to lunch with me is reading this, do let me know if your silence was born of a sense of awkwardness or that you just didn't notice that I was displaying my new dress size. I had left the house with the label still attached. There is something undignified about walking around with the label still attached to your clothes. How easy it is to confuse one red blob sizing label with another. for anyone who did notice they may have had to do a second take in awe at just how slim I appear to have become. While your eyes may not deceive you, I may be deceiving myself. I fear the blouse may have been wrongly labelled and to all practical affects, I too was mislabelled. Nothing more fishy about it than that. I should say that I didn't suck the fish off the plate, nor was anyone showered in butter, I have taken the blouse to the dry cleaners who remarked on the generosity of the cut. It's a good job I also have generous friends who do not judge me for these occasional lapses. END Follow the Blind Truth Blog here: https://theblindtruth.co.uk/ Image is Siobhain Santry's drawing of a grey ribbon with The Blind Truth written on it.

The Baby Grand has arrived. I was so moved by the miracle of new life, that I went to an actual shop and purchased a small floppy rabbit suitable for babies under three months old. For clarity, this was not a real rabbit, but a stuffed toy rabbit. Then my largesse got the better of me and I decided that what every baby brother needs is a Superhero older brother, so I invested in a Batman outfit, suitable for children aged 2-4 years. The Grand may not be the Baby Grands idea of a Superhero but he's definitely mine. “How does Batman's mummy call him in for his food?” I asked the Grand. “Get your food,” the Grand shouted as he took off his clothes and we all jumped in to tell him that there was no need to take his pants off. “Dinner, dinner, dinner BATMAN!” I trotted out to the rhythm of the Batman theme music. There was a small hiatus in proceedings as the Grand went in search of the Bat ears that were a bit on the snug side and had pinged off. He pulled his Bat ears down as hard as he could. They swivelled round his toddler head until his Bat ears were out of line and he was more of a Snark than a Superhero. “Why/” he said, looking truly bemused. “Well, when you eat a meal, sometimes it's called Dinner.” “No” he said and went off to speak to the DiL. Once enveloped by the safety of her lap he asked her “What does Batman's Mummy say?” “I don't know, what does Batman's Mummy say?” the Dil answered. “I don't know either,” said the Grand. The joke may be a concept that has been a little prematurely launched on my part but I have other plans. In the latest batch of photos the Son has uploaded, there is a very good photos of the Grand and I playing football. In true elite athletic style, the Grand is blowing a bubble and I am providing some touchline encouragement with my eyes shut. Always alert to the possibility of new opportunities and keen to try new things in life, I have seen the main chance and I'm taking it. Ole Gunnar Solskjaer may have enjoyed a long and loyal career with Manchester United, but I think it's all over now. I know an excellent blind Goal Ball player who coaches his son's sighted under twelves team. They've enjoyed a couple of good seasons and so I see no reason why ManU couldn't be the lucky beneficiary of this approach. It's worked for the Harpenden juniors. The coach I'm thinking of is fully occupied but I photograph well on the touchline with my eyes open or shut. I know a lot about ducking and diving, dodging and weaving and I can handle difficult questions from the media. My ability to suck my breath in through my teeth in moments of high drama would televise well. Is Grandstand still airing or Saturday pm? I don't know anything about football but if we let ignorance get in the way of progress, nothing in life would happen. When it comes down to it, it's all a leap of faith. I'm wondering what the chances are of getting the Glazer family to commit themselves to a new uber league for Goal ball. Murrey Walker would do a great commentary, if he were still alive. I wonder if I've got my starter wires crossed there. Anyway, Gary Linekar would provide great match analysis, and since it's in such a good cause, I'm sure he'd bring the crisps As Robin might say. “Holy margarine Batman.” END Follow the Blind Truth Blog here: https://theblindtruth.co.uk/ Image is Siobhain Santry's drawing of a grey ribbon with The Blind Truth written on it.

The Son and the DiL are having a night off. They are going to wear grown up clothes, for possibly the very last time in a couple of decades, before driving half way across the south of England to attend a wedding, on a Wednesday. I am now in training to step in and offer soothing words when the inevitable happens and the Grand wakes up just as I am reaching the limit of my ability to stay awake. At this point he will inevitably begin to cry. The cry will turn into sobs as he chokes on the words, “I want Mama.” All my Granny skills will be called upon. The greatest of which is a tried and tested soothing technique in which The Grand commands, between sobs, “Pat bum bum.” In desperation, I do as commanded while I sit awkwardly, shoulder stretched and aching and back beginning to seize up. This could be a big physiotherapy bill. Training means many things: it means going to pick the Grand up from nursery a couple of times, just to be sure I know what I'm doing. In view of the amount of parental hounding a two-year-old is capable of at the mere suggestion that I might turn up, no advance warning was given. The Grand was sufficiently impressed at my presence that he broke into a run, arms outstretched. His greeting was euphuisive. “where Bob and Clive?” he enquired. “They're at home, but they send their love, I said, picturing cats with speech bubbles. “Oh no.” Then he let go and wandered off to go and collect his art work which he handed to me to carry. I tucked my cane under my arm, but it was too late. He'd spotted it. “Oh wow,” he said, “The massive hoover.” He's not one to have trouble thinking how to play hoovers with just about anything. This Granny is never without one. Me, the Grand and the massive hoover set off under supervision. We made a scheduled regular stop at the end of the road to admire free flying budgies that were variously perched on a run of net curtain in someone's front room. I didn't see them myself but felt “vacuumed” into the budgie vortex and agreed that budgies are “beautiful” although wondered about the effects of free defecation on soft furnishings. As we made it home, the rain came down and we all got wet. “Biscuit” the Grand said with quavering lip. Everyone knows that whatever the question, biscuits are the answer and should you drop your biscuit, the answer to the ensuing mess is obviously a massive hoover, which I happened to have folded up in my bag. With a swift manoeuvre of the zip, the entire contents were now on the floor and the massive hoover being swished into a state of readiness before being dropped in favour of the afore mentioned biscuit, which has to be eaten sitting down at the table. “Cheers” I said, knocking my cup of tea against the biscuit. “Cheers,” said the Grand before being pulled back from an intentional biscuit drop, then angling for a swift reposition on the back of the high chair. “No,” I said with my serious face. He pushed. I was firm. He pushed some more. I was adamant. “Have you finished your biscuit?” the Son asked. He was resolute. Toddlers roaming about with biscuits will end badly. He had finished and was ready to suck the moisture out of a face flannel. Then he got down from the table. I need not worry that it will be me that walks half-digested biscuit across the floor. Thank goodness for the massive hoover. END Follow the Blind Truth Blog here: https://theblindtruth.co.uk/ Image is Siobhain Santry's drawing of a grey ribbon with The Blind Truth written on it.

The Goddaughter, and her various assistants, have been helping to keep my house in order. Reputation is everything and without it, she says, she would not have a cleaning round the envy of the most energetic of entrepreneurs. She keeps her clients. Our shared desire to live in a clean house is one of those bonding experiences that she ensures and I take her word for. Taking her word for it is not the same as taking her literally. When she declares it's ‘all done” I am not so stupid as to imagine perfection and don't judge her or her numerous assistants against an impossible standards. There are limits and while I think it's probably clean enough, I really can't judge for myself. The odd cat biscuit still goes crunch under foot. The Goddaughters various assistants have not always cut me the same slack. They are rather prone to taking things literally and judging me accordingly. The last one refused to come back because, “of your job”. The Goddaughter explained what she knew. The assistant went on a date with someone who knew me and told her that if he were her, so to speak, he would not want clean in my house because he happened to know I worked for the secret service and was licenced to kill. Indeed, he knew for a fact I had killed. The closest I've got to anyone licenced to kill, is breakfast in the canteen at Bishopsgate Police Station. More a “lining up to eat as much as you can” experience than “Line of Duty”. I might suggest that he was confusing me with that well-known fast car driving, sharp shooting, sniper, Brother Silas. Like me, poor old Brother Silas was a bit misrepresented. Neither of us could hit a barn door at anything further than six feet, let alone drive a fast car at speed through Paris. Just because we are on the light side of white doesn't mean we carry such a huge grudge against people with pigment that we want to polish them off. If my generosity were really being stretched I should say the Goddaughters assistant's date got confused. Could he have muddled up notions of Public Service with the Secret Service. Or possibly he got his wires crossed when he heard about the exploits of the “Likely Cats” Bob and Clive, my small game hunters who turned out to be responsible for the stink behind the sofa. They were just doing what cats do and I never knew the bodies were there. Maybe the Goddaughter's assistant could smell the rotting flesh and that tipped her over the edge. The most likely explanation is that her date just got bored and thought he'd have a bit of fun at someone else's expense. What yarn could he spin and still be believed? Quite a long one as it turned out. The yarn he span was nearly as long as the threads that Bob and Clive have thoughtfully liberated from the front of my sofa. One more good yank from my own resident killers and the once pristine façade of my furniture will be revealed for what it is. Not that brilliantly constructed but well upholstered. Much like it's owner. Things may not always be what they seem. Bob and Clive are cute but will kill on a whim. Being whiter than white I wouldn't dream of trying, I don't judge those boys for their murderous ways and still clean up after them. Reputation is everything and my killer cats are universally admired. I, on the other hand, appear to be dammed. Without my good reputation, even the cleaner has dumped me. END Follow the Blind Truth Blog here: https://theblindtruth.co.uk/ Image is Siobhain Santry's drawing of a grey ribbon with The Blind Truth written on it.

I've had THE jab. Jabs and jibes were the theme of the day. The mysteries of temporary signage that declare where to go, remained just that, a mystery. It was a good job the Physio Witch had provided fulsome direction of how to access a community hall that was at the far end of a Sainsbury's car park, behind a doctor's surgery with a walkway to it, so grand, it rivalled the spot where I keep the ever-expanding number of council issued wheelie bins. I won't dwell on that here. The sun was low in the sky and as I ambled about outside Sainsburys, I inadvertently ambled into Sainsburys through the “exit only” door. I know this because someone told me so. A quick circuit of the special offers and I left by the route by which I had entered, pacing about between temporary arrows that directed me back and forth across the car park. Eventually the penny dropped. It must be where no arrow dared to go. I'm not surprised that arrows didn't dare to head for the Covid vaccination Centre. The arrows might not have been up to the job, but one marshal had an interesting take on giving directions and could give any arrow a good run for its money. “Madam,” a small florescent man said authoritatively. “I need you to go left.” So, I went left. I've never come off best when faced with a wall. This was no different. “Not there,” he continued. “Obviously when I said go left, I was indicating you should bare left.” “OK,” I said. “I'm baring left, now where?” “Listen to me. Listen to me. I said bare left.” “I'm baring left.” “I'm trying to help you. I'm indicating which way to go. Look at me.” “it's no good indicating. I have no idea what you're doing,” I snipped waving the cane about a bit. “I'm trying to be helpful. You're not listening to what I'm telling you.” I lost it. “You're not making any sense. Just describe where I need to go.” He jabbed his finger in my face. “Listen. I'm trying to help you but you're not listening.” Then he took hold of my arm. I didn't budge. Exasperation is usually born of a loss of control. “Tell me then, just tell me. I'm trying to be helpful but you're not listening. What do you want me to do?” Yep, he was exasperated. “I'll just follow you.” “Well why didn't you just say that in the first place. You don't listen.” We both took a breath. “Mask over your nose,” he instructed. “It is over my nose.” “No, it isn't,” he said, adjusting my mask so that my already steamy world fogged over completely. Not much chance of following him now. I can't pretend there was much to laugh about in this nasty little exchange. “Do you have any allergies?” said the nice young man in scrubs. “Brazil nuts,” I said. “And what happens if you eat a Brazil nut?” “My throat swells up and I can't breathe.” “Do you carry an EpiPen?” “No. I just don't eat Brazil nuts.” “So not that serious then.” I suppose these matters are all relative. It depends on your view of asphyxiation. My view of asphyxiation is that of the many ways that one can die unable to breath I wouldn't pick any of them. It's why I've always made a point of avoiding arrest. It's the reason I don't eat Brazil nuts. It's the reason that I went for THE jab and let uninvited rudeness and touching go. Building my metaphorical immunity has kept me healthy all these years and so will THE jab. END Follow the Blind Truth Blog here: https://theblindtruth.co.uk/ Image is Siobhain Santry's drawing of a grey ribbon with The Blind Truth written on it.

The Artist, the one who drives the Rollscanardly, told me that her family played a lot of parlour games when she was growing up. Her siblings were keen on the Name Game. That's the one where someone writes the name of a famous person on a post it note and sticks this to your forehead. By asking lots of questions you have to figure out who it is. It might have been Mary Queen of Scots or Florence Nightingale. She got the Fat Slag. In my family we used to play Charades when Fierce Granny came to tea. This was largely because it gave us all something to do to take our mind off Fierce Granny and put her at a disadvantage if she got landed with “Wacky Races”, which she invariably did. We were more Lionel Blair than Marcel Marceau with our brash, exaggerated and unrelenting house style. We were encouraged to make large gestures for the benefit of the “gozzy” one (that would be me) amongst us. Often this would be accompanied by a murmured narration of what was going on, as well as a lot of guess work and shouting. It never networked. Other people's family gaming traditions can be equally eccentric, but not as eccentric as their approach to involving a player who can't see to play the game. There was the board game where one player rolled the dice on my behalf and another one moved my counter up and down the board. Someone else read out my forfeits, but needless to say, it was me that had to do them. Once I had to stand outside and shout “Fish frying tonight”. Worse was to follow. There are practically no good party games, with the exception of the Hat Game, which is played sitting down, requires no leaping about after too much turkey or rum butter, and allows all players free reign when it comes to describing the famous, as well as the next door neighbour, and best of all; you don't need to be able to see to be good at it. At the second of this years' family Christmas lunches, held in shifts to accommodate the completing needs of in-laws and out-laws, parlour games raised their ugly head. A palpable wave of horror ran through me. This was compounded by the discovery that not only were we all going to play games but, we were going to log on to the internet and suffer a small fee what you have always been able to suffer for free. Using our phones and tablets “as controllers” we were going to play “the wildest” “the weirdest” comedy contest game with up to ten logged on players and an audience of thousands. I was about to demonstrate that a winning quip requires accuracy in its execution. When you only have seconds, not even the Zoom function on an iPad is enough. Like the public humiliation of having your blind bowling score illuminated for the world to see, or being asked to take part in a karaoke contest in which you know you can only mouth the song, I had my answers and comic reposts laid out before an unsuspecting audience. Or at least, I had half of them laid out and not one in it's finished form. As the answers flashed up on the TV screen on the other side of the room, everyone laughed and pointed at I know not what. I was not amongst the top scorers. It was all lost on me. I put down my iPad and harrumphed a fast quip. There is nothing like throwing a tantrum to win in the game of family life. Harrumph is always Top Trumph. Image is Siobhain Santry's drawing of a grey ribbon with The Blind Truth written on it.

In the six months that I have been working form home, I have been meaning to secure my passwords, which are now abundant. I'm with an on line system. I can just about remember the password to get onto the site, but t's so long ago since anyone explained how to use the system, that I will probably get locked out. Getting locked out was once a job for a socially awkward man who arrived in a van that said “Locksmith” on the side. He knew how to gain entry to your house without a key. Getting “locked out” nowadays means hours on the phone to people who remind you that it's your responsibility to make arrangements for the recovery of your passwords and that the measure they have put in place to lock you out of your bank account are for your own good. That said, it could be a technical failure at their end. If you lose your tempter at the thought of having slogged your guts out only to find you can't get at your hard earned cash, the call is immediately terminated. I bitterly regret my lack of attention to password management. I've locked myself out of my on line credit card account. In the time I have spent on hold, a locksmith could have fitted security locks to every point of entry to my house and probably stopped for a cup of tea and a blather about how long he spent on hold when he locked himself out of his on line bank account. The dear old credit card company are trying their best At least, that's what they say. They have repeatedly told me that they are “helping” a lot of people at the moment and will get me to their customer service team as quickly as they can. Unfortunately, wait times can be up to an hour. Last week I finally got through to customer service who text me a special code. They did it several times but it never landed in time for me to enter this code within the allotted time. It wasn't all their fault. I explained that I wasn't visually equipped for fast IT manoeuvres. “That's the system,” the gabbling Shona explained. We had a good tempered discussion about alternative ways to resolve the problem then the line went dead. It was #Argos all over again. A wide experience of sitting on unanswered customer service calls by people who are “helping a lot of people” has led me to appreciate why being “helped” is such an infuriating experience and causes people to lose their temper. I know better than to fly into a rage when I'm being “helped”. I also know that making clever comments at the expense of the person who is allegedly “helping” won't help. What I have also come to learn is that “help” has an increasingly narrow definition. If you should happen to say, “I can't see to do that at that speed,” you may as well have said “I hate helpful people like you”. Either way is a good way to get the phone put down on you. If that happens you may feel the need to indulge in a bit of door slamming to let off steam. Just make sure that you have your keys in your hand. If you lock yourself out and you can't get your credit card to work, you could be sitting on the doorstep for a very long time. Thank goodness for the Right Hand Neighbour who has risen to the challenge on the numerous occasions I have been too stupid to help myself and have left home with neither cash, credit card or keys. Image is Siobhain Santry's drawing of a grey ribbon with The Blind Truth written on it.

The Sister has a wonderful garden. It's awash with colour and raspberries. It's full of interesting quirks: Planting, statues, places to sit, bee hives and fruiting trees. We enjoy a stroll. She tells me what she's been up to in the garden and I throw out the odd comment. “That's nice. I like that,” I say encouragingly. “That's a lump of concrete I dug up.” I'm not deterred from commenting on her efforts even though I seldom have quite enough information to make an informed comment. “That's interesting. Are those a couple of stone lions standing guard to the artichokes?” “that's the legs to the garden bench.” She's only laughed once when I asked “what is that? Some kind of sculpture?” “It's a plant and it's dead.” The Sisters' garden is a place we sit and drink tea and blather together. She's quite accomplished at blathering as well as gardening, and she makes a decent cup of tea. After she'd made the tea and while she was blathering I began to consider the beautiful wave of pale grey blue under her garden table. What a good idea to let the grass grow and enjoy the impromptu wave of blue flowers. “I really like what you've done under the table,” I said. “Thanks,” she said. “It's a work in progress. I just haven't got round to finishing it”. “You don't need to do anything. It looks great, and it means you don't have to move the table to cut the grass.” “Of course I move the table to cut the grass.” Generally, it's best to stop digging if you feel yourself sliding into a hole. I shut up and had to consider the possibly that I had made an assumption too far. A moment of reflection would surely reveal a route to discovering the mystery of the blue grass under the table, without making myself look a total idiot. After a bit more tea and a lot more blathering I asked her how she did it. “It's modelled on a polystyrene manikin I got from the dump.” How she got from a polystyrene manikin to a mist of blue flowers under the table was a bit of a mystery. We were looking at the same thing and saw two different scenes. We were talking at cross purposes. I gave up. “What is that under the table?” When the nights were dark, the Sister had started to make a sculpture out of chicken wire. She had used the polystyrene manikin as her template. The gentle wave of blue was, her abandoned chicken wire sculpture of a female torso, who now lay recumbent under the garden table, rocking about in the breeze. A closer inspection revealed that rust had set in to her work of art. The polystyrene manikin, had been mauled by dogs and lay mortally wounded on its side. The Sisters' planting is clever but she had never considered the possibility of letting the grass grow under the table. Next year, on the first decent day, when we're eating our lunch outside, busy scratching and slapping our ankles between bites of food and the irritating jaw of insects, the sister may explain that it was my idea to let the grass grow, but obviously not a good one. The Sisters' garden is a triumph. She knows a considerable amount about gardening. I know very little about it and that's reflected in the endless varieties of geraniums that have found a spot to flourish in my own patch. The Sisters' garden may be the gold standard of gardens, but at least mine is not littered with bodies masquerading as clever planting. Image is Siobhain Santry's drawing of a grey ribbon with The Blind Truth written on it.

This is the Blind Truth with Anna Tylor. Anna is the chair of RNIB and in her personal blog she takes a wry look at living a colourful life with limited sight. This week's episode is titled:  'Blot On The Landscape'.

This is the Blind Truth with Anna Tylor. Anna is the chair of RNIB and in her personal blog she takes a wry look at living a colourful life with limited sight. This week's episode is titled: 'Etiquette For A New Age'.

This is the Blind Truth with Anna Tylor. Anna is the chair of RNIB and in her personal blog she takes a wry look at living a colourful life with limited sight. This week's episode is titled: 'Lockdown, Lies and Revelations'. 

**Graham D'Silva's House & Dance Classics Replay On traxfm.org. This Week Graham Gave Us Dance/Club/Future House/House Classics From Nina Simone - Sinnerman - Sofi Tukker Remix, Bolier, Return Of The Jaded, Illyus & Barrientos, Ridney , Blind Truth, Basement Jaxx - Romeo (Wh0 Festival Remix), Ruze , Tiësto, Block & Crown, Pirate Jams & More. Graham D'Silvas House & Dance Classics Show Every Saturday From 6PM UK Time #traxfm #house #dance #clubclassics #danceclassics #futurehouse Listen Here Via The Trax FM Player: chat.traxfm.org/player/index.html Mixcloud LIVE : sbee.link/9yjqfaw3bn Free Trax FM Android App: sbee.link/9akben3qhx The Trax FM Facebook Page : sbee.link/pk3yv84d7t Trax FM Live On Hear This: sbee.link/3acxf6yuwv Tunerr: sbee.link/uf9dbt8yg4 Tune In Radio : sbee.link/paxg6r4dtu OnLine Radio Box: sbee.link/mhry9v4f6n Radio Deck: sbee.link/fqyceatwbv sbee.link/ut4nfd69ge: sbee.link/b3xchkavnr Stream Radio : sbee.link/pwtg6784qy Live Online Radio: sbee.link/vn7kurpq3b**

The BHHcast welcomes Jeff Leeson to the show. Jeff is a Canadian comedian who has been doing stand up comedy since he was fourteen years old. Known for his tremendous crowd work skills, you will be astonished and amazed at his off the cuff, improvisational style.  Jeff has headlined venues across North America (even in Cuba) and he has two hour long comedy specials available on Amazon Prime.To learn more about Jeff, visit: https://jeffleesoncomedy.com/Check out an excerpt of Jeff's Comedy Special at: https://youtu.be/_jl-6t9EsqISee What Happens When a Comedy Club Owner Confronts Jeff: https://youtu.be/kPCNupbO7-AHear about Jeff's Experience with Some Preshow #2: https://youtu.be/oyVSpEgXVJoPlease consider becoming a member of the BHHcast on buymeacoffee.com to gain access to exclusive opportunities and perks. Visit buymeacoffee.com/bhhcast to support the show. Support the show (https://www.buymeacoffee.com/bhhcast)

A new MP3 sermon from Harvest Orthodox Presbyterian Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: The Blind Truth of Redemptive Suffering Speaker: Marc Scaturro Broadcaster: Harvest Orthodox Presbyterian Church Event: Sunday - PM Date: 6/27/2021 Bible: John 9:1-7 Length: 29 min.

A new MP3 sermon from Harvest Orthodox Presbyterian Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: The Blind Truth of Redemptive Suffering Speaker: Marc Scaturro Broadcaster: Harvest Orthodox Presbyterian Church Event: Sunday - PM Date: 6/27/2021 Bible: John 9:1-7 Length: 29 min.

RADIO PROGRAM ISSUED LIVE, EXTRAORDINALLY AND DUE TO THE CORONAVIRUS PROBLEM THE PROGRAM HAS BEEN RECORDED IN VIP BOILER STUDIO, AND WILL BE BROADCASTED INTEGRALLY FROM RADIO ABRERA FM (BARCELONA) AND CLUBBERS RADIO IN TUNEIN.COM, MIXED BY JOHN C. BRAVE, BARCELONA ON SATURDAY, MAY 08, 2021 - HOUSE, SOULFUL HOUSE, DEEP HOUSE, JACKIN HOUSE, TRIBAL HOUSE, PROGRESSIVE HOUSE & TECH-HOUSE. EVERYTHING MIXED WITH TECHNICS SL 1200 PLATES, TIME CODE VINYLS, AND PIONEER DDJ RZ CONTROLLER. LET'S FIGHT AGAINST THE BUG BY NOT LEAVING THE HOUSE AND DANCING AT THE BEST RATE. LONG LIFE AT THE HOUSE MUSIC. ENCOURAGE AND ENJOY THE SESSION !! 1) Richard Grey - Made It Back (Original Mix) 2) Jazzy Rossco, Mark Coppi - Thinkin' (Original Mix) 3) Mirko Boni - I Can't See You (Original Mix) 4) Peter Brown & Lizzie Curious - This Feeling (Extended Mix) 5) Discoslap - Nobody 6) Pray For More, Eric B Turner, Dirty Secretz - The Sermon - Part 1 (Dirty Secretz Remix) 7) Grant Nelson - Bossa 8) Max Muller, Dan Corco - Alyssia (Extended Mix) 9) Joy Marquez - I Have a Dream (Alejandro Peñaloza REMIX) 10) Sandy B, Sam Divine - Ain't No Need To Hide Sam Divine Extended Remix 11) Adri Block, Paul Parsons - When You're Number 1 (Original Mix) 12) Secret Guest, Laurent Simeca - Sueno (Laurent Simeca Remix) 13) Steve Silk Hurley, Sharon Pass, Zonum, Xavi V - The Word Is Love (Zonum, Xavi V Rmx) 14) Blind Truth, Tata And Toney, Joey Slvr - Why Can't We See (Joey Slvr Remix) 15) Italo Perez - Don't Go 16) Bini & Martini, Harvee - Burning Up (Harvee 2021 Remix) 17) Honey Dijon, Annette Bowen, Nikki-O - Downtown (Extended Mix) 18) Crazibiza - Higher (Original Mix) 19) Bronski Beat - Smalltown Boy (Original 12 Version) 20) David Penn - That Vibe

Completing a double bill of artists from the North East of England, Darren Tambin joins Ciaran on this episode of 'In Lockdown With...' Darren is a visually impaired actor, stand-up comedian and workshop facilitator from Durham. Darren studied Applied Theatre at Northumbria University. He has also worked extensively as a drama facilitator with the charity Useful Vision over the last few years. Darren's stand-up performance 'The Blind Truth,' aims to raise awareness of the issues visually impaired people face. Here Darren talks to Ciaran about his career in the arts so far. 

Frankie Knuckles- the whistle song - Eric Kupper sound factory re-rub (NEW) Code 718 - equinox -Heavenly club mix Blind Truth - why can't we see - Laurent Garnier & mix master Doody french connection let everybody join hands it could be an american Mix (NEW) Kristine W - feel what you want - 2020 remaster - our tribe vocal mix (NEW) N.W.n - RA9 (NEW) Col Lawton - fall apart - finest wear remix (NEW) Maori Mike La Funk Mila Falls - lonely - extended mix (NEW) Cristian Volpe - get power Wilson & Johnson - push the limit - Nu ground Foundation Edit (NEW) Shauna Davis - get away - Todd Terry remix Lenny Fontana - a mystical journey galaxy people - club mix (NEW)

Tracey Hamlin, DjPope, Yago, Manoo, Animist, Wheeler Del Torro, Kenny Carpenter, ATFC, John Cacciatore, Trimtone, Blind Truth, would like to thank Martin Blaize for joining us this Friday bless bruv. some of the banging artist on this weeks mix.

01 Bungalow - Back Again (Original) [B-Nasty Beats] 02 Never Dull - Esta Llama (Art Of Tones Remix) [theBasement Discos] 03 Mark Funk & Danny Cruz - Step Back (Original Mix) [Cruise Music] 04 Block & Crown - Havin' Such a Good Time (Original Mix) [Next-Gen-Records] 05 Kisch - Bright Lights (Extended Mix) [Armada Deep] 06 Blind Truth feat. Tata and Toney - Why Can't We See (Soulmagic Remix) [Bassline] 07 Queen B & Lee Wilson - Nobody Else (Original Mix) [Let There Be House] 08 Sugar Shake - Our Friends Think (Makito Remix) [Phoenix Music] 09 Milk Sugar - Let the Sun Shine (Alaia & Gallo Extended Remix) [Milk & Sugar] 10 Gabry Venu & StevAxe - Movin (Original Club Mix) [Sirup Music] 11 Philip Z, IDA fLO - Midnight (Extended Mix) [DVINE Sounds] 12 Havoc & Lawn - The Edge (Low Steppa & Roog Remix) [Simma Black] 13 KPD - Industry Destroys (Original Mix) [Simma Black]

townHOUSE 25~A seductive mix of Deep & Vocal House tunes As heard on BeachGrooves.com Monday 13-June-2016 Spain's No.1 Deep House DJ Station Artists inc Syn Cole, Husky, Lee Walker, Saison & many more ╭ Head to my Mixcloud link to listen again ╰▶ https://www.mixcloud.com/jakarl/townhouse-25 Tracklist: 1. MOWE & Daniel Nitt-Lovers Friends [Armada] 2. Syn Cole-Miami 82 (Kygo) [LE7ELS] 3. Cristian Daniel ft Mary Dee-Never Fall [CDj] 4. Blondee ft Veselina Popova-7 Hours [No Definition] 5. Husky ft Kimono-If You Want Me [Bobbin Head Music] 6. Secret Sinz-Chase You Down [Word Of Mouth Records] 7. M0-Final Song 8. Lee Walker vs DJ Deeon-Freak Like Me (Armand Van Helden) [Defected Records] 9. CRO ft Megan Tuck-Cant Get Enough [Fierce Angel Records] 10. Blind Truth ft Tata Vega & Toney-What Cant We See [Lifted House] 11. Kings Of Tomorrow & Random Soul-Please [Deepvisionz] 12. Saison-Say You're Mine [Toolroom] 13. [CLASSIC CUT] Mojolators ft Camilla-Drifting [Multiply Records] 14. Honeyz-Definitely Something [Sounds United] 15. Mr Nu & Deeperise-Fly Away [Attractive Music] Listen in every Monday 5am Central European Time (1pm AEST, 11pm Sunday EDT) Head to Beachgrooves.com or search Beachgrooves using @TuneIn on your favourite streaming platform (Android, iPhone, PC, Sonos) tunein.com/radio/BeachGrooves-Radio-s206613/ Hope you enjoy... please like, comment, share. LIKE: facebook.com/jakarl LISTEN: mixcloud.com/jakarl BOOK: dj.jakarl@gmail.com