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Tom Sheehan was born in Camberwell, South London. He was an in-house photographer for CBS Records in the 70s, and went on to be the chief photographer for Melody Maker. He enjoyed long-term working relationships with the likes of REM, The Cure, Manic Street Preachers, and Oasis, the subject of a new book of Tom's work entitled “Roll With It: Oasis in Photographs 1994-2002”. I had a great time chatting with Tom about his life and work, and I hope you enjoy it too.
This weekend, Christians around the world are commemorating the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. For the Catholic Church, Easter is the most important festival of the year. To mark the occasion, we paid a visit to a small German-speaking Catholic church called Saint Christopher's, located in Camberwell in Melbourne and founded by German immigrants in the early post-war period. - Dieses Wochenende gedenken Christen auf der ganzen Welt dem Tod und der Wiederauferstehung von Jesus Christus. Für die katholische Kirche ist Ostern das wichtigste Fest des Jahres. Aus diesem Anlass haben wir einer kleinen deutschsprachigen katholischen Gemeinde einen Besuch abgestattet, die den Namen Sankt Christophorus trägt und sich im Stadtteil Camberwell in Melbourne befindet und die in der frühen Nachkriegszeit von deutschen Auswanderern gegründet wurde.
Coach of the Azzco Engineering Lady Heat James Madigan with details on this weekends DBL Header roadtrip against Camberwell and Whittlesea. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Solve crimes with the great detective in "Sherlock Holmes Short Stories." Featuring classic tales by Arthur Conan Doyle, this podcast brings you the brilliant deductions and thrilling adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. Whether you're a longtime fan or new to the world of Holmes, these timeless mysteries will keep you captivated.
Camberwell Poisoner & The Treasure of Sierra Madre.
Emilia heads to Camberwell for this week's review. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Deputy mayor of the City of Boroondara Felicity Sinfield called in yesterday, voicing her concerns on the plan to put high-rise apartments in Camberwell area, claiming there was no community consultation and she found out about it in the paper.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
In this week's episode of Toe2Toe Andy Clarke is joined Gary Logan and Frazer Clarke who confirms his eagerly rematch with Fabio Wardley is now agreed.We also welcome 2023 Apprentice winner Marnie Swindells who relives her boxing journey and how she secured investment from Sir Alan Sugar to open a successful gym in Camberwell. Plus the steps she is taking to accelerate the number of women taking up the sport.And as usual we wrap up all the latest boxing news including reports that Shakur Stevenson could face Cardiff's Joe Cordina next!
Craving more? Check out Dan's NewsletterDefining Identity by Business vs. Life Prisms, Staying in Business for 10 YearsI was an scatty anxious swamp of hangover when I walked through the doors. Thankfully. soon changed.High White Ceilings. Dark Mahogany bar.The Camberwell Arms is raw and capacious as tables capriciously flux with ravenous rabbles scoffing their faces with delectable dishes.Here, the staff call you Darling and Honey. They're Darling Honey's. Sticky Toffee Pudding Charm. Warm Souls ooze an effortless, achingly cool charm.We. Yes. Us. A brace of blokes, grabbed a brace of bar stalls, order a brace of brutally cold Estrella's, braced ourselves for a tornado of unshackled gluttony.Signature Scotch Bonnet and Pork fat on toast. Door-stop thick sourdough. Smothered in a crispy and cuddly, unctuous-utopia of pork fat. Topped with slap-ya-round-the-face Scotch Bonnet chilli's. SO.SO.SO delicious.Mike Davies, the owner/operator of The Camberwell Arms is a wonderful human.Mike through sheer grit and graft built The Camberwell Arms into an South London institution.Mike is a partner at Franks, Peckham, too. Recently voted Europe's Best Bar.But success is shadowed with cost. In 2019, Mike had a mental breakdown, his head a hive of anxious wasps and worms and bats and bugs.Thankfully he recovered, our conversation BLEW MY MIND.Mike taught me something that'll stick with me forever.There's two prisms to define ourselves by1. Business Prism2. Life PrismPost 80's gnarly nefarious neoliberalism we, too often, derive identity from our Business Prism (this is dangerous). After a while the business prism no longer works.F*cking loved this one. You're in for a treat.---Let me know if you need any more formatting!----------------------------------------------------------- ON THE MENU: 1. The Power of the Open Kitchen: Why You Must FEEL the Presence of the Landlord and Publican 2. Why Constraint = Creativity + “The ascetic is the sideshow; people want to feel raw & brash authenticity” 3. The Danger of the Cult of the Chef: We Are Losing Our Ability to Feel Real Warm Hospitality 4. One Reframe to Avoid Burnout: What's the Least Stressful and Easiest Way to Use My Skill Set? 5. Business Prism vs. Life Prism: “You Are More Than Your Work” + “Work to Live, Live to Work” - Be Careful of the Ambition Trap 6. Why DO Chefs Have Poor Mental Health? Hospitality Is Solving for Happy 7. Why Being a Precocious Tw*t Is a Superpower to a Point - “Be Out of Your Depth but Really Believe in Something” 8. Why You Must Create a Mindset Where You Tolerate the Flex of Ups and Downs and Float Over Obstacles -----------------------------------------------------------
Send us a Text Message.Video Version HERE#ghoststories #scarystories #forteantimes Visitors to The Fox on the Hill pub in Camberwell, London, likely have no idea that the beer garden sits over a plague pit where the infected dead were laid to rest. They almost certainly won't be aware of tonight's case either...but you're about to be, as you meet a woman who encounters a truly hideous entity in the attic room of her pub. For more on Peter Laws check out:www.patreon.com/peterlawsor www.peterlaws.co.uk
This week: Suki Waterhouse's British Vogue cover, Hollywood murder mystery nights, Fourth of July celebrations, and a deep dive on New York Magazine's piece on the rise of NDA culture, surveillance culture on TikTok, the doxing of cheating men on social media, and a quick 5 on overnight oats. Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
In the second part of our conversation with Tom Norrington Davies, we delve deeper into the intersection of gourmet cooking and Ashtanga Yoga. Hosted by Harmony Slater and Russell Case, this episode explores Tom's unique journey from a renowned chef to a dedicated yoga practitioner and teacher. Discover how Tom's culinary expertise and yoga practice influence each other, and gain insights into maintaining balance in both culinary arts and yoga. Key Topics Covered: The impact of seasonal cooking on well-being Understanding ultra-processed foods and their alternatives The philosophy of Tristana in Ashtanga Yoga Challenges and benefits of combining culinary work with yoga practice The evolution of the restaurant industry post-pandemic Personal growth through yoga and mindfulness More about Tom Norrington Davies: Tom Norrington Davies is a celebrated chef and authorized teacher of Ashtanga yoga. Born in Camberwell and residing in southeast London for most of his life, Tom teaches Mysore-style Ashtanga yoga at Oru Space in East Dulwich, London, and offers evening classes at Astanga Yoga London. He has studied regularly with Paramaguru R Sharath Jois in Mysore, India, since 2010, and has been mentored by Hamish Hendry, the UK's most respected Ashtanga yoga teacher, for over 15 years. Tom's journey from restaurant kitchens to yoga studios is a testament to the transformative power of the practice, which he now dedicates to helping others find balance and wellness in their lives. Links from this episode: Yoga Gives Back Work with Harmony Explore Harmony Slater's upcoming retreat in Norway Explore Harmony Slater's upcoming retreat in Lisbon Explore Harmony Slater's upcoming retreat in Turkey Take a Yoga Give Back Workshop with Harmony Connect with Us (We love to hear from you!) Harmony Slater's Website: http://harmonyslater.com Finding Harmony Community https://harmonyslater.com/harmony-slater-coaching Find Harmony on Instagram Follow the Finding Harmony Podcast on IG Two Minute Breathwork Session Connect with Tom Norrington Davies Links: https://www.instagram.com/tomnd.c.a.l.e/ Website: https://www.tomnd.com/
Today we're joined by a real rock 'n' roller in Flora Phillips aka Floffal who quit her job as a fine art dealer to retrain as a butcher in order to pursue her calling as the 'saviour of offal'. Flora has taken over the mantle from Fergus Henderson to become known as the figurehead of championing offal in this country and her 'Floffal' supper clubs and soon to be residencies in London celebrate offal in all its forms from Pickled Tripe to Chocolate & Pigs Blood Cake. In this incredible interview Flora opens up about why she left the art world, the terrifying abuse you receive as a female butcher, her favourite offal dishes, why she thinks St John's has gone 'PG' with their offering, her dishes which have gone wrong (including a pigs blood cocktail), eating an urban fox for supper, her plans for what would surely be London's coolest new food venue and much more, plus of course we uncover her 'Go-To's! ------------- If you enjoy the podcast - PLEASE LEAVE US A 5 STAR RATING AND A COMMENT - and share it with anyone you think may enjoy it as much as you have - it really helps us to grow. ----------- Please go sample Flora's food this Sunday in Camberwell at Veraison Wines from 12.30 and give her a follow on instagram to stay upto date with everything - @floffal
Join us for Part One of this captivating interview with Tom Norrington Davies, where we dive deep into his fascinating journey from drama student to renowned chef and authorized Ashtanga yoga teacher. Discover how Tom transitioned from the high-pressure environment of restaurant kitchens to the serene practice of Ashtanga yoga, and learn about the remarkable synergy between culinary arts and yogic philosophy. This episode is packed with insightful stories, practical tips, and profound reflections on managing anxiety, embracing seasonal wisdom, and finding balance in life through mindful practices. Key Topics Covered: - Tom's early career in the culinary world and his transition to yoga - The influence of seasonal ingredients and sustainable cooking practices - Managing anxiety and stress through breathwork and yoga - The transformative power of Ashtanga yoga in personal and professional life - Building community through Mysore-style Ashtanga yoga practice More about Tom Norrington Davies: Tom Norrington Davies is a celebrated chef and authorized teacher of Ashtanga yoga. Born in Camberwell and residing in southeast London for most of his life, Tom teaches Mysore-style Ashtanga yoga at Oru Space in East Dulwich, London, and offers evening classes at Astanga Yoga London. He has studied regularly with Paramaguru R Sharath Jois in Mysore, India, since 2010, and has been mentored by Hamish Hendry, the UK's most respected Ashtanga yoga teacher, for over 15 years. Tom's journey from restaurant kitchens to yoga studios is a testament to the transformative power of the practice, which he now dedicates to helping others find balance and wellness in their lives. Links from this episode: Yoga Gives Back Work with Harmony Explore Harmony Slater's upcoming retreat in Norway Explore Harmony Slater's upcoming retreat in Lisbon Explore Harmony Slater's upcoming retreat in Turkey Take a Yoga Give Back Workshop with Harmony Connect with Us (We love to hear from you!) Harmony Slater's Website: http://harmonyslater.com Finding Harmony Community https://harmonyslater.com/harmony-slater-coaching Find Harmony on Instagram Follow the Finding Harmony Podcast on IG Two Minute Breathwork Session Connect with Tom Norrington Davies Links: https://www.instagram.com/tomnd.c.a.l.e/ Website: https://www.tomnd.com/
In the first episode of the new series, Claire meets up with design legend Mary Lewis, creative director of Lewis Moberly. Mary talks about her early years living on a farm and her fascination with branded goods. Going to art college and then moving down to art school in Camberwell, London. And her time as a graphic design teacher before discovering the ad industry and her love of packaging, then founding Lewis Moberly with her husband Robert. Links:Red SetterdbaLewis Moberly
This week on "Tuesday Night Detectives" on Vintage Classic Radio, we take a journey back in time with two enthralling episodes from the golden era of radio mysteries. We begin with "The New Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" and the intriguing case of "The Camberwell Poisoning," which aired on February 18th, 1946. The legendary duo, Basil Rathbone as Sherlock Holmes and Nigel Bruce as Dr. Watson, are at their best as they unravel a perplexing mystery involving a series of poisonings that have left the residents of Camberwell in terror. The episode is a masterclass in suspense and deduction, with Holmes and Watson navigating through a web of deceit to expose the truth. Rathbone's sharp-witted Holmes and Bruce's affable Watson are supported by a cast that brings Victorian London to life with their dynamic performances. Following this classic Holmes adventure, we turn to the gritty streets of New York with "Broadway is My Beat" and the episode "The Ben Elliot Murder Case," which first captivated listeners on February 24th, 1950. This episode plunges us into the heart of Broadway, where Detective Danny Clover, played by Larry Thor, investigates the murder of Ben Elliot, uncovering a tale of ambition, betrayal, and lost dreams in the process. The atmospheric storytelling and strong characterizations by Charles Calvert as Sgt. Tartaglia, Jack Kruschen as Muggavan, and the rest of the cast transport listeners to the bustling, noirish world of 1950s New York. Together, these episodes from "The New Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" and "Broadway is My Beat" offer a nostalgic trip into the past, showcasing the enduring allure of radio drama with their compelling narratives, memorable characters, and the unmistakable charm of vintage detective stories.
Although the early part of Robert Browning's creative life was spent in comparative obscurity, he has come to be regarded as one of the most important English poets of the Victorian period. His dramatic monologues and the psycho-historical epic The Ring and the Book (1868-1869), a novel in verse, have established him as a major figure in the history of English poetry. His claim to attention as a children's writer is more modest, resting as it does almost entirely on one poem, “The Pied Piper of Hamelin,” included almost as an afterthought in Bells and Pomegranites. No. III.—Dramatic Lyrics (1842) and evidently never highly regarded by its creator. Nevertheless, “The Pied Piper” moved quickly into the canon of children's literature, where it has remained ever since, receiving the dubious honor (shared by the fairy tales of Hans Christian Andersen and J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan) of appearing almost as frequently in “adapted” versions as in the author's original. His approach to dramatic monologue influenced countless poets for almost a century. Browning was born on May 7, 1812 in Camberwell, a middle-class suburb of London. He was the only son of Robert Browning, a clerk in the Bank of England, and a devoutly religious German-Scotch mother, Sarah Anna Wiedemann Browning. He had a sister, Sarianna, who like her parents was devoted to Browning. While Mrs. Browning's piety and love of music are frequently cited as important influences on the poet's development, his father's scholarly interests and unusual educational practices may have been equally significant. The son of a wealthy banker, Robert Browning the elder had been sent in his youth to make his fortune in the West Indies, but he found the slave economy there so distasteful that he returned, hoping for a career in art and scholarship. A quarrel with his father and the financial necessity it entailed led the elder Browning to relinquish his dreams so as to support himself and his family through his bank clerkship.Browning's father amassed a personal library of some 6,000 volumes, many of them collections of arcane lore and historical anecdotes that the poet plundered for poetic material, including the source of “The Pied Piper.” The younger Browning recalled his father's unorthodox methods of education in his late poem “Development,” published in Asolando: Fancies and Facts (1889). Browning remembers at the age of five asking what his father was reading. To explain the siege of Troy, the elder Browning created a game for the child in which the family pets were assigned roles and furniture was recruited to serve for the besieged city. Later, when the child had incorporated the game into his play with his friends, his father introduced him to Alexander Pope's translation of the Iliad. Browning's appetite for the story having been whetted, he was induced to learn Greek so as to read the original. Much of Browning's education was conducted at home by his father, which accounts for the wide range of unusual information the mature poet brought to his work. His family background was also important for financial reasons; the father whose own artistic and scholarly dreams had been destroyed by financial necessity was more than willing to support his beloved son's efforts. Browning decided as a child that he wanted to be a poet, and he never seriously attempted any other profession. Both his day-to-day needs and the financial cost of publishing his early poetic efforts were willingly supplied by his parents.At the time of his death in 1889, he was one of the most popular poets in England.-bio via Poetry Foundation Get full access to The Daily Poem Podcast at dailypoempod.substack.com/subscribe
Former prime minister Gordon Brown told Sky News he was too old to be a politician in the UK but too young to be one in the US. He has a point, with Americans set to choose between 81-year-old Joe Biden or 77-year-old Donald Trump in November's presidential election, while here in Europe, France's new prime minister is 34-year-old Gabriel Attal. On the Sky News Daily, host Niall Paterson explores whether there is a perfect age for our politicians. He talks to Labour's Harriet Harman, who is the longest-serving woman MP and 'Mother of the House of Commons'. The 73-year-old representative for Camberwell and Peckham has been an MP for more than 40 years. Niall also speaks to Amy Callaghan, SNP MP for East Dunbartonshire, who was elected in 2019 aged 27. They discuss what makes a good MP, the challenges women MPs face when elected, and if age in politics is just a number. Producer: Soila Apparicio Interviews producer: Melissa Tutesigensi-Charles Promotion producer: Jada-Kai Meosa John Editor: Wendy Parker
If you're into excellent croissants and inventive viennoiserie (think chocolate fondant croissants), you'll have heard of Penny for Pound. Pastry chef, Matilda Smith, and her partner in life and business, Ben Wilson opened their original hole in the wall shop in Richmond in 2018. They quickly garnered a following and Penny for Pound became the go-to spot for Richmond locals craving the perfect croissant fix. What's even better, croissants are baked three times daily, at 8am, 10am and midday, so if you time it right, you can get a warm, buttery croissant straight from the oven. The pair then went on to expand their business to a shop in Camberwell, a new space in Richmond when the old place was no longer available and a 100-square-meter HQ in Moorabbin's Morris Moor precinct. It's not all about the croissants anymore. With two production kitchens, a 130-seat cafe, and a dine-in menu that caters to every palate, it's an impressive operation. Matilda took me for a tour of the kitchens and then we sat down and had a chat about how she got into it, where she gets her inspiration and how much she loves teaching and passing on her knowledge. Matilda changes the menu monthly at Penny for Pound and coming up, there will be a chocolate fondant croissant for Valentine's Day and then hot cross buns: traditional, single origin chocolate, coffee using coffee from Axil and a sticky date and caramel. In addition, Matilda and Ben have opened Holla Gelato next door to the Moorabbin store and Matilda is working on a hot cross bun ice cream sandwich which will have burnt butter and salted honey gelato in the middle of a toasted hot cross bun. I'll leave that with you.
Edmund Gill Swain, born on the 19th of February 1861 in Stockport, Cheshire, was a respected English cleric and author known for his contributions to the ghost story genre. Educated at Manchester Grammar School and Emmanuel College, Cambridge, Swain pursued Natural Sciences. Ordained as a deacon in 1885 and a priest in 1886 at Rochester, he served as a curate in Camberwell before assuming the role of chaplain at King's College, Cambridge, alongside the notable scholar and author M. R. James. The two shared living quarters within the college, fostering a collegial relationship that extended beyond their professional roles. Swain's duties included teaching at the college's choir school, showcasing his multifaceted engagement in academic life. His literary legacy reached a notable point with the 1912 publication of "The Stoneground Ghost Tales," a collection that demonstrated his skill in the supernatural and positioned him as an early imitator of James, leaving a lasting imprint on the genre. Within the collection, "Bone to His Bone" stands out as a quietly intriguing narrative. Set on a Christmas Eve, the story follows Reverend Bachtel, seeking matches in the dark, only to encounter a mysterious book on gardening. This spectral tome, once owned by a long-departed rector, subtly guides him to a specific spot in the garden. The unfolding events, marked by an understated approach to bibliomancy, reflect Swain's ability to handle hauntings without sensationalism. "Bone to His Bone" quietly underscores Swain's finesse, blending a touch of gentle humor with the supernatural, presenting a nuanced exploration of the ghostly that avoids overstatement. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
In this episode: Pub Quiz 1 Syd in Camberwell A weekend in Paris Teddington Beer Festival Improv school Paris Match - a new old post on Deserter.co.uk Pub & Beer News Crisp News Other news Pub Quiz 2 Deserter Island Crispsps Social Media Scene Bum Dosser
Have you ever been to a Bulletproof For BJJ seminar? JT recently was in Melbourne teaching 2 different seminars. A monster night at Gracie Jiu-Jitsu Burwood with Robbie Singh and his team, also a great morning with DC and his team at Academy Jiu-Jitsu in Camberwell. JT breaks down everything you get if you were to attend and the key take aways that can help you move better for BJJ. Joey shares some of his flexibility journey to achieve extreme levels of performance but he explains how easy it is to improve even if you have never stretched. If you want to start moving better on the mats this is the episode to get you going.Parry Athletic The best training gear in the game and Get 20% OFF Discount Code: BULLETPROOF20https://parryathletics.com/collections/new-arrivals
Sherlock Holmes - The Camberwell Poisoning
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Hello to you listening in Camberwell, London, England!Coming to you from Whidbey Island, Washington this is 60 Seconds for Story Prompt Friday with your host, Diane Wyzga.My podcast showcases how you can craft your story message with precise imagery and universal themes in a clear, concise format. Each episode relies on life stories, observations, and personal experiences to bring you thoughts to ponder, questions to consider and calls to action in 60 second (or a bit more) sound bytes. They also serve as global audio business cards – each one an example of how I use language to create the “sorcery of stories” that helps us to be seen and heard, to understand and be understood.What does that mean? We are a collective of story people. Stories educate, illuminate, comfort, heal, provoke, inform, delight, question, inspire, motivate, and much more. Together we experience the “sorcery of stories”; together we are seen, heard, understood and understand. We might be worlds apart; but on this platform we are one in story. Story Prompt: What if you could learn how to use your authentic voice to inspire, engage, influence, comfort, and more?Are you curious to learn how you can use the power of story to profoundly and positively shift our awareness, our behavior, even our culture? How would you like to say what you mean and mean what you say in clear words and images?I can help you develop these tools! Together let's “Write that story!” And, whether you are ready to work with me as your trusted story guide or getting ready to be ready, I'm here to support you at Quarter Moon Story Arts! Please stop by to check out the services, enjoy the imagery, listen to the audios, subscribe to the Engaged Storyism© Network Newsletter, and receive a practical, worthwhile bonus just for signing up!You're always invited: “Come for the stories - stay for the magic!” Speaking of magic, would you subscribe, share a 5-star rating + nice review on your social media or podcast channel of choice, and join us next time!Meanwhile, stop by my Quarter Moon Story Arts website to:✓ Check out What I Offer,✓ Arrange your free Story Start-up Session,✓ Opt In to my monthly Newsletter for bonus gift, valuable tips & techniques to enhance your story work, and✓ Stay current with Diane and on LinkedIn.Stories From Women Who Walk Production TeamPodcaster: Diane F Wyzga & Quarter Moon Story ArtsMusic: Mer's Waltz from Crossing the Waters by Steve Schuch & Night Heron MusicAll content and image © 2019 to Present Quarter Moon Story Arts. All rights reserved.Show Less
1001 Sherlock Holmes Stories & The Best of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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This week we host a panel discussion between three writers, Susan-Sojourna Collier, Cheryl L. Davis, and Allan Neuwirth, regarding thier feeling on the ongoing strike, the Writers Guild, AI and other topics. Susan-Sojourna Collier is an Emmy Nominated veteran television writer, who has worked on daytime drama series, including All My Children, Port Charles, and One Life to Live. She partnered with the late Tommy Ford to produce two features for Lionsgate/Grindstone. The first, Conflict of Interest, is the highest-rated film on Aspire TV. The second feature, Switching Lanes, received the Best Feature honor at the Kingdomwood Christian Film Festival. She also penned the screenplay Get the Show on the Road, an adaptation of a romantic comedy novel, which was a semi-finalist in the Tribeca Screenwriting Festival. Currently, she is finishing the documentary - Through My Lens: A Study of Bullying in the African American Community. Susan-Sojourna also developed the creative writing workshop Messages to My Younger Brother/ Messages to My Younger Sister (addressing issues of incarcerated and youth-at-risk) and co-founded the Mamie and Jimmie Collier Writing Fellowship. Cheryl L. Davis received a Writers' Guild Award and a Daytime Emmy nomination for her work on As the World Turns. She is currently a freelance writer for Law & Order: SVU, her episode Garland's Baptism by Fire aired on April 2, 2020. Her play Swimming Uptown has received developmental readings at the Lark Play Development Center, the Abingdon Theatre, and the Classical Theater of Harlem; the TV pilot based on that play was a featured script in the New York TV Festival in 2017. She was the sole script writer for the health-related radio drama, Staying Well in Camberwell. Cheryl received the Ed Kleban Award for her work as a musical theater librettist, and her musical Barnstormer, received a Jonathan Larson Performing Arts Foundation Award under the auspices of the Lark Play Development Center. Her play Maid's Door was produced at the Billie Holiday Theatre to excellent reviews, received seven Audelco Awards, and was presented at the 2015 and 2017 National Black Theatre Festivals; it was also a finalist for the Francesca Primus Prize. She is a practicing attorney in Manhattan and is the General Counsel for the Authors Guild. Allan Neuwirth co-created the internationally syndicated comic strip "Chelsea Boys," written non-fiction books about the entertainment industry, including "Makin' Toons" (2003, Allworth Press) and "They'll Never Put That On The Air" (2006, Allworth Press). Neuwirth has head written, story edited, and/or written for TV series including "Bubble Guppies" (Nick Jr.), "Rugrats (2021)" (Paramount+), "Space Racers" (Universal Kids), "The Bug Diaries" (Amazon Prime), "Octonauts" (Disney Channel & BBC), "Big Bag" (Cartoon Network), "Tumble Leaf," (Amazon Prime), "Arthur" (PBS), "Cyberchase" (PBS), "Courage the Cowardly Dog" (Cartoon Network), and "The Wubbulous World of Dr. Seuss" (Nickelodeon). Allan produced and directed the musical documentary feature "What's The Name Of The Dame?" (2011), produced the feature film "Drawing Home" (2017), associate produced "Call Me By Your Name" (2017), executive produced "Change In The Air" (2018), and is working on "State of Dispute" (2023), "Shadow Cast", "The Yank" and "Boy From Berlin".
Imagine delegating your decisions to a group of people online, some of whom are total strangers. Imagine sharing the most intimate parts of your life in order to get their approval. Imagine answering your personal problems in the same way a bank asks its shareholders to vote on corporate outcomes. This is the life chosen by Mike Merrill. Since 2008 - when he created 100,000 shares of himself and sold them at $1 each through his website, KMikeyM - he has asked his ‘investors' for advice on his choice of romantic partner, diet and body art. This is not for a TV show. It's not for a book deal. It's for real. In this conversation with Olly, Mike traces back his unconventional lifestyle to the DIY art scene in Portland,Oregon; his brush with corporate share-prices whilst seated at the front desk of a trucking company; and the anti-corporate activism with which he spices up his dates… ____________________ Meanwhile, Ollie Peart has decamped to Camberwell for this month's Zeitgeist, in an attempt to approximate the trend for ‘immersive' exhibitions. With a budget totalling £50. Armed with an Oculus headset, a projector and a hacksaw, can Ollie convince Olly of the merits of experiential art? And are interactive super-exhibits the future for museums and galleries? Warning: includes the return of Captain Spronk. _____________________ Elsewhere, we revisit a classic edition of the Foxhole, where Alix Fox advises a horny student on his three-times-per-night escapades. From the comfort of a Vauxhall Corsa. Finally, music this month comes from ethereal groovster Eliza Rose, and her ace new track, ‘Better Love'. _____________________ Support for this episode comes from: Listeners like you. Buy us a beer
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Cafes are the heart of community but just how hard is it to run a cafe these days? We chat to Reiji Honour, owner of Haiku and Future in Melbourne's Camberwell. How do you balance innovation and predictability? Is reducing costs or raising prices the answer? What are some ways to improve team culture and mood? Oh - the big one - how much should you charge for a coffee? Let's find out... https://haikufuture.com Follow Dirty Linen on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/dirtylinenpodcast Follow Dani Valent https://www.instagram.com/danivalent Follow Rob Locke (Executive Producer) https://www.instagram.com/foodwinedine/ Follow Huck (Executive Producer) https://www.instagram.com/huckstergram/ LISTEN TO OUR OTHER FOOD PODCASTS https://linktr.ee/DeepintheWeedsNetwork
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In this episode I talk to actor, writer and singer Sandra Cole.Once upon a time, many years ago, I had the honour of being Sandra's acting agent.I adored Sandra and always knew there was more I'd like to talk to her about than audition times and self tapes.So, finally I got my chance.Sandra graced me with her gentle, winding thoughts on grief, the fear we often have of our own power, how her recent health has impacted her attitude to life, her experience as a Black woman in white Briton, the whim hoff method and the strength we can find in loving and being open.We start in Camberwell, London 1962, as one of seven sisters, then pass through biochemistry, following her path into acting, becoming a mother at 28 and then find ourselves in Lancashire, talking about why Sandra writes and how ‘being' comes before ‘doing'.Welcome to my conversation with the deeply moving and deeply funny, Sandra Cole.You can find Sandra's books ‘Things White People Have Said to Me' on Amazon and you can find Sandra on instagram @sandracoleukSandra is represented by Jane Hollowood Associates. Thank you to Doodlelove designs for sponsoring this episode. You can also find Doodlove on Etsy , Not on the High Street and on Instagram.Thank You for listening to On the Irrregular, please make sure you review and subscribe as it helps other listeners find us!Jingle and final edit: Jon TiplerSupport the show
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Welcome to HOOVERING, the podcast about eating. Host, Jessica Fostekew (Guilty Feminist, Motherland) has a frank conversation with an interesting person about gobbling; guzzling; nibbling; scoffing; devouring and wolfing all up… or if you will, hoovering.This week just ahead of the Edinburgh fringe festival I'm hoovering with the properly brilliant Sikisa just before we takes her debut show up. We went for brunch in Camberwell cos we're both south London babes. It was a feast and it was so funny. Enjoy. Everything written below in CAPITALS is a link to the relevant webpage. Honourable Mentions/ LinksMake sure you get TICKETS TO SIKISA'S EDINBURGH SHOW and also follow her on INSTAGRAAAAAMLove this podcast generally? Thank you. FOLLOW US ON INSTAGRAMGo to PATREON - really fun news coming soon regarding discounts. Come and WENCH at the EDINBURGH festival or ON TOUR? Yes please!Ohhh we mentioned so many things. Here are links to just some of them:We got our giant, delicious breakfast from Camberwell's BRUNCHIES I get my bread delivery from south east London's magical COOPERS BAKEHOUSEI'm getting me over to TASTY JERK in Crystal PalaceAnd whilst we're here lets big up Oxfordshire's finest CRANSTON PICKLES plzSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/hoovering. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.
As I was getting too big for Mr. Wopsle's great-aunt's room, my education under that preposterous female terminated. Not, however, until Biddy had imparted to me everything she knew, from the little catalogue of prices, to a comic song she had once bought for a halfpenny. Although the only coherent part of the latter piece of literature were the opening lines,When I went to Lunnon town sirs,Too rul loo rulToo rul loo rulWasn't I done very brown sirs?Too rul loo rulToo rul loo rul—still, in my desire to be wiser, I got this composition by heart with the utmost gravity; nor do I recollect that I questioned its merit, except that I thought (as I still do) the amount of Too rul somewhat in excess of the poetry. In my hunger for information, I made proposals to Mr. Wopsle to bestow some intellectual crumbs upon me, with which he kindly complied. As it turned out, however, that he only wanted me for a dramatic lay-figure, to be contradicted and embraced and wept over and bullied and clutched and stabbed and knocked about in a variety of ways, I soon declined that course of instruction; though not until Mr. Wopsle in his poetic fury had severely mauled me.Whatever I acquired, I tried to impart to Joe. This statement sounds so well, that I cannot in my conscience let it pass unexplained. I wanted to make Joe less ignorant and common, that he might be worthier of my society and less open to Estella's reproach.The old battery out on the marshes was our place of study, and a broken slate and a short piece of slate-pencil were our educational implements: to which Joe always added a pipe of tobacco. I never knew Joe to remember anything from one Sunday to another, or to acquire, under my tuition, any piece of information whatever. Yet he would smoke his pipe at the battery with a far more sagacious air than anywhere else—even with a learned air—as if he considered himself to be advancing immensely. Dear fellow, I hope he did.It was pleasant and quiet, out there with the sails on the river passing beyond the earthwork, and sometimes, when the tide was low, looking as if they belonged to sunken ships that were still sailing on at the bottom of the water. Whenever I watched the vessels standing out to sea with their white sails spread, I somehow thought of Miss Havisham and Estella; and whenever the light struck aslant, afar off, upon a cloud or sail or green hillside or waterline, it was just the same.—Miss Havisham and Estella and the strange house and the strange life appeared to have something to do with everything that was picturesque.One Sunday when Joe, greatly enjoying his pipe, had so plumed himself on being “most awful dull,” that I had given him up for the day, I lay on the earthwork for some time with my chin on my hand, descrying traces of Miss Havisham and Estella all over the prospect, in the sky and in the water, until at last I resolved to mention a thought concerning them that had been much in my head.“Joe,” said I; “don't you think I ought to make Miss Havisham a visit?”“Well, Pip,” returned Joe, slowly considering. “What for?”“What for, Joe? What is any visit made for?”“There is some wisits p'r'aps,” said Joe, “as forever remains open to the question, Pip. But in regard to wisiting Miss Havisham. She might think you wanted something—expected something of her.”“Don't you think I might say that I did not, Joe?”“You might, old chap,” said Joe. “And she might credit it. Similarly she mightn't.”Joe felt, as I did, that he had made a point there, and he pulled hard at his pipe to keep himself from weakening it by repetition.“You see, Pip,” Joe pursued, as soon as he was past that danger, “Miss Havisham done the handsome thing by you. When Miss Havisham done the handsome thing by you, she called me back to say to me as that were all.”“Yes, Joe. I heard her.”“All,” Joe repeated, very emphatically.“Yes, Joe. I tell you, I heard her.”“Which I meantersay, Pip, it might be that her meaning were—Make a end on it!—As you was!—Me to the North, and you to the South!—Keep in sunders!”I had thought of that too, and it was very far from comforting to me to find that he had thought of it; for it seemed to render it more probable.“But, Joe.”“Yes, old chap.”“Here am I, getting on in the first year of my time, and, since the day of my being bound, I have never thanked Miss Havisham, or asked after her, or shown that I remember her.”“That's true, Pip; and unless you was to turn her out a set of shoes all four round—and which I meantersay as even a set of shoes all four round might not be acceptable as a present, in a total wacancy of hoofs—”“I don't mean that sort of remembrance, Joe; I don't mean a present.”But Joe had got the idea of a present in his head and must harp upon it. “Or even,” said he, “if you was helped to knocking her up a new chain for the front door—or say a gross or two of shark-headed screws for general use—or some light fancy article, such as a toasting-fork when she took her muffins—or a gridiron when she took a sprat or suchlike—”“I don't mean any present at all, Joe,” I interposed.“Well,” said Joe, still harping on it as though I had particularly pressed it, “if I was yourself, Pip, I wouldn't. No, I would not. For what's a door-chain when she's got one always up? And shark-headers is open to misrepresentations. And if it was a toasting-fork, you'd go into brass and do yourself no credit. And the oncommonest workman can't show himself oncommon in a gridiron—for a gridiron is a gridiron,” said Joe, steadfastly impressing it upon me, as if he were endeavouring to rouse me from a fixed delusion, “and you may haim at what you like, but a gridiron it will come out, either by your leave or again your leave, and you can't help yourself—”“My dear Joe,” I cried, in desperation, taking hold of his coat, “don't go on in that way. I never thought of making Miss Havisham any present.”“No, Pip,” Joe assented, as if he had been contending for that, all along; “and what I say to you is, you are right, Pip.”“Yes, Joe; but what I wanted to say, was, that as we are rather slack just now, if you would give me a half-holiday tomorrow, I think I would go uptown and make a call on Miss Est—Havisham.”“Which her name,” said Joe, gravely, “ain't Estavisham, Pip, unless she have been rechris'ened.”“I know, Joe, I know. It was a slip of mine. What do you think of it, Joe?”In brief, Joe thought that if I thought well of it, he thought well of it. But, he was particular in stipulating that if I were not received with cordiality, or if I were not encouraged to repeat my visit as a visit which had no ulterior object but was simply one of gratitude for a favor received, then this experimental trip should have no successor. By these conditions I promised to abide.Now, Joe kept a journeyman at weekly wages whose name was Orlick. He pretended that his Christian name was Dolge—a clear Impossibility—but he was a fellow of that obstinate disposition that I believe him to have been the prey of no delusion in this particular, but wilfully to have imposed that name upon the village as an affront to its understanding. He was a broadshouldered loose-limbed swarthy fellow of great strength, never in a hurry, and always slouching. He never even seemed to come to his work on purpose, but would slouch in as if by mere accident; and when he went to the Jolly Bargemen to eat his dinner, or went away at night, he would slouch out, like Cain or the Wandering Jew, as if he had no idea where he was going and no intention of ever coming back. He lodged at a sluice-keeper's out on the marshes, and on working-days would come slouching from his hermitage, with his hands in his pockets and his dinner loosely tied in a bundle round his neck and dangling on his back. On Sundays he mostly lay all day on the sluice-gates, or stood against ricks and barns. He always slouched, locomotively, with his eyes on the ground; and, when accosted or otherwise required to raise them, he looked up in a half-resentful, half-puzzled way, as though the only thought he ever had was, that it was rather an odd and injurious fact that he should never be thinking.This morose journeyman had no liking for me. When I was very small and timid, he gave me to understand that the Devil lived in a black corner of the forge, and that he knew the fiend very well: also that it was necessary to make up the fire, once in seven years, with a live boy, and that I might consider myself fuel. When I became Joe's 'prentice, Orlick was perhaps confirmed in some suspicion that I should displace him; howbeit, he liked me still less. Not that he ever said anything, or did anything, openly importing hostility; I only noticed that he always beat his sparks in my direction, and that whenever I sang Old Clem, he came in out of time.Dolge Orlick was at work and present, next day, when I reminded Joe of my half-holiday. He said nothing at the moment, for he and Joe had just got a piece of hot iron between them, and I was at the bellows; but by and by he said, leaning on his hammer—“Now, master! Sure you're not a going to favor only one of us. If Young Pip has a half-holiday, do as much for Old Orlick.” I suppose he was about five-and-twenty, but he usually spoke of himself as an ancient person.“Why, what'll you do with a half-holiday, if you get it?” said Joe.“What'll I do with it! What'll he do with it? I'll do as much with it as him,” said Orlick.“As to Pip, he's going up town,” said Joe.“Well then, as to Old Orlick, he's a going up town,” retorted that worthy. “Two can go up town. Tain't only one wot can go up town.”“Don't lose your temper,” said Joe.“Shall if I like,” growled Orlick. “Some and their uptowning! Now, master! Come. No favoring in this shop. Be a man!”The master refusing to entertain the subject until the journeyman was in a better temper, Orlick plunged at the furnace, drew out a red-hot bar, made at me with it as if he were going to run it through my body, whisked it round my head, laid it on the anvil, hammered it out—as if it were I, I thought, and the sparks were my spirting blood—and finally said, when he had hammered himself hot and the iron cold, and he again leaned on his hammer—“Now, master!”“Are you all right now?” demanded Joe.“Ah! I am all right,” said gruff Old Orlick.“Then, as in general you stick to your work as well as most men,” said Joe, “let it be a half-holiday for all.”My sister had been standing silent in the yard, within hearing—she was a most unscrupulous spy and listener—and she instantly looked in at one of the windows.“Like you, you fool!” said she to Joe, “giving holidays to great idle hulkers like that. You are a rich man, upon my life, to waste wages in that way. I wish I was his master!”“You'd be everybody's master, if you durst,” retorted Orlick, with an ill-favored grin.(“Let her alone,” said Joe.)“I'd be a match for all noodles and all rogues,” returned my sister, beginning to work herself into a mighty rage. “And I couldn't be a match for the noodles, without being a match for your master, who's the dunder-headed king of the noodles. And I couldn't be a match for the rogues, without being a match for you, who are the blackest-looking and the worst rogue between this and France. Now!”“You're a foul shrew, Mother Gargery,” growled the journeyman. “If that makes a judge of rogues, you ought to be a good'un.”(“Let her alone, will you?” said Joe.)“What did you say?” cried my sister, beginning to scream. “What did you say? What did that fellow Orlick say to me, Pip? What did he call me, with my husband standing by? Oh! oh! oh!” Each of these exclamations was a shriek; and I must remark of my sister, what is equally true of all the violent women I have ever seen, that passion was no excuse for her, because it is undeniable that instead of lapsing into passion, she consciously and deliberately took extraordinary pains to force herself into it, and became blindly furious by regular stages; “what was the name he gave me before the base man who swore to defend me? Oh! Hold me! Oh!”“Ah-h-h!” growled the journeyman, between his teeth, “I'd hold you, if you was my wife. I'd hold you under the pump, and choke it out of you.”(“I tell you, let her alone,” said Joe.)“Oh! To hear him!” cried my sister, with a clap of her hands and a scream together—which was her next stage. “To hear the names he's giving me! That Orlick! In my own house! Me, a married woman! With my husband standing by! Oh! Oh!” Here my sister, after a fit of clappings and screamings, beat her hands upon her bosom and upon her knees, and threw her cap off, and pulled her hair down—which were the last stages on her road to frenzy. Being by this time a perfect Fury and a complete success, she made a dash at the door which I had fortunately locked.What could the wretched Joe do now, after his disregarded parenthetical interruptions, but stand up to his journeyman, and ask him what he meant by interfering betwixt himself and Mrs. Joe; and further whether he was man enough to come on? Old Orlick felt that the situation admitted of nothing less than coming on, and was on his defence straightway; so, without so much as pulling off their singed and burnt aprons, they went at one another, like two giants. But, if any man in that neighborhood could stand uplong against Joe, I never saw the man. Orlick, as if he had been of no more account than the pale young gentleman, was very soon among the coal dust, and in no hurry to come out of it. Then Joe unlocked the door and picked up my sister, who had dropped insensible at the window (but who had seen the fight first, I think), and who was carried into the house and laid down, and who was recommended to revive, and would do nothing but struggle and clench her hands in Joe's hair. Then came that singular calm and silence which succeed all uproars; and then, with the vague sensation which I have always connected with such a lull—namely, that it was Sunday, and somebody was dead—I went upstairs to dress myself.When I came down again, I found Joe and Orlick sweeping up, without any other traces of discomposure than a slit in one of Orlick's nostrils, which was neither expressive nor ornamental. A pot of beer had appeared from the Jolly Bargemen, and they were sharing it by turns in a peaceable manner. The lull had a sedative and philosophical influence on Joe, who followed me out into the road to say, as a parting observation that might do me good, “On the rampage, Pip, and off the rampage, Pip:—such is Life!”With what absurd emotions (for we think the feelings that are very serious in a man quite comical in a boy) I found myself again going to Miss Havisham's, matters little here. Nor, how I passed and repassed the gate many times before I could make up my mind to ring. Nor, how I debated whether I should go away without ringing; nor, how I should undoubtedly have gone, if my time had been my own, to come back.Miss Sarah Pocket came to the gate. No Estella.“How, then? You here again?” said Miss Pocket. “What do you want?”When I said that I only came to see how Miss Havisham was, Sarah evidently deliberated whether or no she should send me about my business. But unwilling to hazard the responsibility, she let me in, and presently brought the sharp message that I was to “come up.”Everything was unchanged, and Miss Havisham was alone.“Well?” said she, fixing her eyes upon me. “I hope you want nothing? You'll get nothing.”“No indeed, Miss Havisham. I only wanted you to know that I am doing very well in my apprenticeship, and am always much obliged to you.”“There, there!” with the old restless fingers. “Come now and then; come on your birthday.—Ay!” she cried suddenly, turning herself and her chair towards me, “You are looking round for Estella? Hey?”I had been looking round—in fact, for Estella—and I stammered that I hoped she was well.“Abroad,” said Miss Havisham; “educating for a lady; far out of reach; prettier than ever; admired by all who see her. Do you feel that you have lost her?”There was such a malignant enjoyment in her utterance of the last words, and she broke into such a disagreeable laugh, that I was at a loss what to say. She spared me the trouble of considering, by dismissing me. When the gate was closed upon me by Sarah of the walnut-shell countenance, I felt more than ever dissatisfied with my home and with my trade and with everything; and that was all I took by that motion.As I was loitering along the High Street, looking in disconsolately at the shop windows, and thinking what I would buy if I were a gentleman, who should come out of the bookshop but Mr. Wopsle. Mr. Wopsle had in his hand the affecting tragedy of George Barnwell, in which he had that moment invested sixpence, with the view of heaping every word of it on the head of Pumblechook, with whom he was going to drink tea. No sooner did he see me, than he appeared to consider that a special Providence had put a 'prentice in his way to be read at; and he laid hold of me, and insisted on my accompanying him to the Pumblechookian parlor. As I knew it would be miserable at home, and as the nights were dark and the way was dreary, and almost any companionship on the road was better than none, I made no great resistance; consequently, we turned into Pumblechook's just as the street and the shops were lighting up.As I never assisted at any other representation of George Barnwell, I don't know how long it may usually take; but I know very well that it took until half-past nine o' clock that night, and that when Mr. Wopsle got into Newgate, I thought he never would go to the scaffold, he became so much slower than at any former period of his disgraceful career. I thought it a little too much that he should complain of being cut short in his flower after all, as if he had not been running to seed, leaf after leaf, ever since his course began. This, however, was a mere question of length and wearisomeness. What stung me, was the identification of the whole affair with my unoffending self. When Barnwell began to go wrong, I declare that I felt positively apologetic, Pumblechook's indignant stare so taxed me with it. Wopsle, too, took pains to present me in the worst light. At once ferocious and maudlin, I was made to murder my uncle with no extenuating circumstances whatever; Millwood put me down in argument, on every occasion; it became sheer monomania in my master's daughter to care a button for me; and all I can say for my gasping and procrastinating conduct on the fatal morning, is, that it was worthy of the general feebleness of my character. Even after I was happily hanged and Wopsle had closed the book, Pumblechook sat staring at me, and shaking his head, and saying, “Take warning, boy, take warning!” as if it were a well-known fact that I contemplated murdering a near relation, provided I could only induce one to have the weakness to become my benefactor.It was a very dark night when it was all over, and when I set out with Mr. Wopsle on the walk home. Beyond town, we found a heavy mist out, and it fell wet and thick. The turnpike lamp was a blur, quite out of the lamp's usual place apparently, and its rays looked solid substance on the fog. We were noticing this, and saying how that the mist rose with a change of wind from a certain quarter of our marshes, when we came upon a man, slouching under the lee of the turnpike house.“Halloa!” we said, stopping. “Orlick there?”“Ah!” he answered, slouching out. “I was standing by a minute, on the chance of company.”“You are late,” I remarked.Orlick not unnaturally answered, “Well? And you're late.”“We have been,” said Mr. Wopsle, exalted with his late performance—“we have been indulging, Mr. Orlick, in an intellectual evening.”Old Orlick growled, as if he had nothing to say about that, and we all went on together. I asked him presently whether he had been spending his half-holiday up and down town?“Yes,” said he, “all of it. I come in behind yourself. I didn't see you, but I must have been pretty close behind you. By the by, the guns is going again.”“At the hulks?” said I.“Ay! There's some of the birds flown from the cages. The guns have been going since dark, about. You'll hear one presently.”In effect, we had not walked many yards further, when the well-remembered boom came towards us, deadened by the mist, and heavily rolled away along the low grounds by the river, as if it were pursuing and threatening the fugitives.“A good night for cutting off in,” said Orlick. “We'd be puzzled how to bring down a jailbird on the wing, tonight.”The subject was a suggestive one to me, and I thought about it in silence. Mr. Wopsle, as the ill-requited uncle of the evening's tragedy, fell to meditating aloud in his garden at Camberwell. Orlick, with his hands in his pockets, slouched heavily at my side. It was very dark, very wet, very muddy, and so we splashed along. Now and then, the sound of the signal cannon broke upon us again, and again rolled sulkily along the course of the river. I kept myself to myself and my thoughts. Mr. Wopsle died amiably at Camberwell, and exceedingly game on Bosworth Field, and in the greatest agonies at Glastonbury. Orlick sometimes growled, “Beat it out, beat it out—Old Clem! With a clink for the stout—Old Clem!” I thought he had been drinking, but he was not drunk.Thus, we came to the village. The way by which we approached it took us past the Three Jolly Bargemen, which we were surprised to find—it being eleven o'clock—in a state of commotion, with the door wide open, and unwonted lights that had been hastily caught up and put down scattered about. Mr. Wopsle dropped in to ask what was the matter (surmising that a convict had been taken), but came running out in a great hurry.“There's something wrong,” said he, without stopping, “up at your place, Pip. Run all!”“What is it?” I asked, keeping up with him. So did Orlick, at my side.“I can't quite understand. The house seems to have been violently entered when Joe Gargery was out. Supposed by convicts. Somebody has been attacked and hurt.”We were running too fast to admit of more being said, and we made no stop until we got into our kitchen. It was full of people; the whole village was there, or in the yard; and there was a surgeon, and there was Joe, and there were a group of women, all on the floor in the midst of the kitchen. The unemployed bystanders drew back when they saw me, and so I became aware of my sister—lying without sense or movement on the bare boards where she had been knocked down by a tremendous blow on the back of the head, dealt by some unknown hand when her face was turned towards the fire—destined never to be on the rampage again, while she was the wife of Joe. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit greatexpectations.substack.com
Donnachadh McCarthy is a professional eco-auditor, author and environmental campaigner. He is a former deputy chair of the Liberal Democrats and served on the board of the party for seven years. He is now not a member of any political party and enjoys working with people in all parties or none to address our common environmental crises. He is a former columnist with The Independent and has had articles printed in the Guardian, Times, Ecologist, Resurgence etc.He is the author of Saving the Planet Without Costing the Earth, Easy Eco-auditing, and The Prostitute State – How Britain's Democracy has Been Bought. He is the co-founder of the successful cycling campaign group Stop Killing Cyclists. His environmental consultancy 3 Acorns Eco-audits helps deliver the Corporation of London's City Bridge Trust eco-auditing programme for London charities. His Victorian home in Camberwell, was London's first carbon negative home. It has solar electric and solar hot-water, a Clean Air Act compliant wood-burner, solid-wall insulation, rain-harvester and composting toilet. In this rawly honest conversation, he lays out the reasons why he believes that if we are to survive the Great Derangement, the media must become the fourth pillar of the environment movement. Along the way, we discuss his visit to the Yanomami and how it changed his life, his political experience at the rotten core of Britain's corrupt political system, and his swan-dive into a new future on the stage at Covent Garden. Join us to reframe the setting of your intent. Climate Media Coalition http://climatemediacoalition.org/ Donnachadh on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/donnachadhBook: The Prostitute State: http://www.theprostitutestate.co.uk/buy.htmlPioneering the Possible by Scilla Elworthy
A talk programme dedicated to films and television shows, presented by Marcus Ako, Laura Sampson and David Campbell, on Resonance 104.4FM at 7pm (UK) on Fridays. Podcast episodes available from Monday morning at 00:30 (UK) #ItsAllAboutThe3Way #ShootTheBreezeShow #TheIdiotOnTheWritersBlock Reach us on Twitter, on Facebook, email shootthebreezonresonance104.4@gmail.com or Instagram In the 11th season's eighteenth episode, Marcus and Producer Dave talk to Fitz Honger and Brandon Palmer, standup comedians performing at the Blue Elephant Theatre in Camberwell on the 1st June. Click here to purchase tickets. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4c_ORJHJXgI
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Ben joined us to discuss how housing policies and residential geographies in two south London neighbourhoods, Bermondsey and Camberwell from his co-written and researched project with Ole Jensen -‘They've Got Their Wine Bars, We've Got Our Pubs': Housing, Diversity and Community in Two South London Neighbourhoods' Links: https://link.springer.com/chapter/10.1007/978-3-319-23096-2_2#citeas https://www.patreon.com/SurvivingSociety The Housing Series - The right to a safe home should be a multi-classed issue that we can build solidarities from. From the cladding scandal; Grenfell and the lack of affordable housing, this is an ongoing Surviving Society series which features experts, academics and activists to educate us all on how the state and corporate organisations have continued to fraught collective unity on the matter of housing. Exec prod George Ofori – Addo & Dan Renwick Music theme: SHAE OT-super smash bros brawl drill remix
Creating posters for queer club nights, meant the work of Fredde Lanka (AKA Fredrik Andersson) was plastered all over London and that brought him more projects.But it was when those nights shut in lockdown that things really picked up - he started connecting directly with his audience, creating portraits.Now he splits his time between illustration, ceramics, teaching and running an art project for young queer people. The mix stops him being bored and leaves him feeling good.Fredde can see that creating work that explores his queer values may well have meant some big brand, big money projects won't have come to him (beyond Pride month tokenism). But this work leaves him feeling fulfilled and that's worth a whole lot more.This episode is sponsored by Freelancer Magazine.Dedicated to helping you grow a freelance business you love.Freelancer Magazine can land on your doorstep wherever you are in the world.SUBSCRIBE TO FREELANCER MAGAZINE and see what all the fuss is about! This episode is sponsored by Ahrefs.Time to boost your search rankings with Ahrefs Webmaster Tools - and it's FREE! If the idea of getting Google to work for you sounds confusing, Ahrefs also offers helpful tutorials on Search Engine Optimization.Want to get your freelance site more search traffic?Visit ahrefs.com/webmaster-tools and get this free tool working for you today. Don't forget - the Being Freelance course!Steve's rolled up everything he's learnt from over 6 years of conversations with more than 250 freelancers.There's no ‘one way' to be a successful freelancer, but this course will help you avoid the many mistakes that most of us make. Learn from our experiences.Find out more about the course. Looking to learn from and connect with other freelancers? Check out the website beingfreelance.com, and be part of the Being Freelance Community!You'll also find useful links for this episode. That's beingfreelance.comLike VIDEO? - Check out the Being Freelance vlog - YouTube.com/SteveFolland
《发呆很好》- 庆祝无意义第十五期节目回顾:当一切美好再也无法在清醒的时刻企及,混乱、迷茫、躲不掉的噪音和毫无秩序的假装秩序才是它的本来面目。既然底色都是无意义,不如把ta当作老友,来为之庆祝。本期节目歌单:1. The Adults Are Talking - The Strokes2. Tumbling Down(vocals by Jonathan Rhys Meyers) - Venus In Furs3. Space Oddity - David Bowie4. I Can't Give Everything Away - David Bowie5. Playground Love - Air6. Camberwell - #1 Dads7. Baby Blue - King Krule8. Ocean Bed - King Krule9. Just Like Honey - The Jesus and Mary Chain10. Darklands - The Jesus and Mary Chain11. April Skies - The Jesus and Mary Chain12. Bitter Sunsets - Omar Rodriguez-Lopez13. Scene - Envy
《发呆很好》- 庆祝无意义第十五期节目回顾:当一切美好再也无法在清醒的时刻企及,混乱、迷茫、躲不掉的噪音和毫无秩序的假装秩序才是它的本来面目。既然底色都是无意义,不如把ta当作老友,来为之庆祝。本期节目歌单:1. The Adults Are Talking - The Strokes2. Tumbling Down(vocals by Jonathan Rhys Meyers) - Venus In Furs3. Space Oddity - David Bowie4. I Can't Give Everything Away - David Bowie5. Playground Love - Air6. Camberwell - #1 Dads7. Baby Blue - King Krule8. Ocean Bed - King Krule9. Just Like Honey - The Jesus and Mary Chain10. Darklands - The Jesus and Mary Chain11. April Skies - The Jesus and Mary Chain12. Bitter Sunsets - Omar Rodriguez-Lopez13. Scene - Envy
This week's guest is a politician and solicitor who has served as Member of Parliament for Camberwell and Peckham - Harriet Herman In this LBC podcast, Rachel Johnson's Difficult Women, Rachel speaks with women who had to be a pain in the backside to get where they are today. Women who take the word difficult as a compliment not an insult. And women who had to fight, resist, insist, or otherwise be badly behaved in order to get things done. Listen and subscribe now on Global Player, or wherever you get your podcasts.
上期节目围绕着 Black Country, New Road 和 black midi 两支乐队,方舟和音乐行业的好友杨甜甜,聊了聊近两年很关注的南伦敦的吉他摇滚乐场景。 ----上集在这里---- 在本期节目里,我们继续听甜甜讲述她在伦敦留学期间的经历。一个初来乍到的中国女生,是如何在南伦敦的音乐人圈子里找到归属感的呢?以及,原本计划2020年3月来华巡演的 Fat White Family, 虽然最终因为疫情与中国的舞台擦肩而过,但放浪不羁的他们和中国又有怎样的渊源呢? Show Notes: 01:47 从看演出和家庭派对开始,“打入”南伦敦内部! 06:02 “性手枪”前客座贝斯手,如今办起了人人都爱来的“民谣夜” (Andy Allen aka Hank Dog @ Old Dispensary in Camberwell); The Windmill 给予很多乐队第一次的机会,甜甜也在这里从观众、工作人员变成了乐手; 11:38 强烈的社群感和包容感,让甜甜这样的亚洲脸孔也感到温暖融入;“玩音乐”首先是为了自己快乐,并不是具有排他性的工作身份,更不是被污名的理由。 19:24 Fat White Family 大起底!经历过早年唱片公司的包装,“胖白家族”现在才是真正的不拘小节真性情,混蛋但诚实; 25:09 曾经与中国擦肩而过的 FWF, 竟然还和杭州有一段渊源。甜甜细数早年的奇妙联结,盘点 FWF 的成名之路与三张录音室专辑; 33:44 一道轮回:正是“胖白家族”的复出演唱会,开启了甜甜的伦敦音乐之路。 38:00 Fat White Family 的草根与反叛气质,来自真实的生活。这也是我们喜欢他们的原因。 *其他: 甜甜为 "Q" 杂志中文版撰写的 Fat White Family 专访; *录音/剪辑/包装:方舟 *题图:甜甜采访 Fat White Family *题图版式:六花 *微博/网易云/小宇宙 @线性方舟 *《周末变奏》WX听友群敲门群主:aharddaysnight
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