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72 year old Bill Belichick doesn't look like he's missing coaching much
-No coaching job this year? No problem for Belichick, who is dating former cheerleader Jordon Hudson, just 24 years old-Belichick and longtime girlfriend Linda Holliday broke up in September 2023, and Belichick met Hudson randomly on a flight in 2021, where they exchanged numbers and apparently became romantic in late 2023Show sponsored by GANA TRUCKINGAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy
35 years is a long time to wait for a dream. But Bill May says it's worth it. Bill was 10 years old when he started artistic swimming. He fell in love with the sport and dreamed of going to the Olympics. "Every time someone would tell me no, I'd say watch me. You're going to see me at the Olympic Games. You're going to tell me no and I'm going to say yes. They're going to say that person followed his dreams and there he is at the Olympic Games," says Bill. The problem? Artistic swimming (formerly synchronized swimming) didn't allow men in Olympic competition. Bill quit competitive swimming after watching his teammates win the 2004 Olympic bronze in Athens and put his aquatic talents to work in other ways. He joined the cast of Cirque Du Soleil's "O" and spent 18 years touring with the production. But he never gave up advocating for men to be allowed to compete in his sport at the Olympics. In 2022, the International Olympic Committee announced a rule change that allows up to two men per team in the artistic team competition starting this summer in Paris. Bill says, "I think now that men are allowed, it's only going to open the doors for men to be in the sport and just from our families and people around the world to say, okay, this sport is inclusive." This year, Bill was one of 12 Team USA swimmers to qualify for the Olympic team competition for the first time in 18 years. But only 8 swimmers can compete in Paris. Head Coach Andrea Fuentes calls upcoming team cuts "heartbreaking." In this episode, you'll hear from Bill May and then Coach Fuentes on how committed she is to bringing a mixed team to the 2024 Summer Games. On this Dying to Ask: How Bill stays in peak mental and physical shape to compete at 45 with teammates half his age Why gender equity matters in artistic swimming How Bill is using his platform to inspire the next generation What was it like being in Cirque Du Soleil for almost 20 years How to stay true to a dream for decades The tough choice Coach Andrea Fuentes has to make by June 8
Rick Monroe & The Hitmen "Moonshine Man" - Six Gun Soul www.rickmonroe.com The Rifters "The Circle" - The Enchanted World www.rifters.net Cole Quest & The City Pickers "7-11/Foggy Mountain Rock" - Self[En]Titled www.colequest.com The Heart Collectors "Travelers" - The Space Between www.theheartcollectors.com Jon Shain "Old Bill" -Restless Soul Syndrome www.jonshain.com Aztec Two Step 2.0 "Words (How Do You Tell Someone)" www.aztectwostep.com Ian Roland "Giant!" - The Wood Wide Web www.ianroland.com Rob Peters "Blue Is A Flame" - Dream Songs https://www.facebook.com/whenwefall/ ******************* ALBUM FOCUS: Cafe du Monde is the latest in the Putumayo Discovery series, which seeks to highlight underrepresented musical talents from across the globe. www.putumayo.com Featership with Laurence-Anne (Canada) "Tant'Etrange" Josefa Ibarra (Chile/Switzerland) "Eres El Viento" Rosi Garrido with I Nu (Brazil) "Oleti, Obrigado, Merci" *********************** Eliane Amherd "Cornalin" - La Degustation www.elianeperforms.com Donna Herula "Promise Me" - Bang At The Door www.donnaherula.com Crow & Gazelle "Take It Away" - Crow & Gazelle www.crowandgazelle.com Tim Isberg "Scattered Bones" - Prairie Fire www.timisberg.com Doug Alan Wilcox "Evangeline Blues" - Foundation www.dawilcox.com Claudia Gibson "The Fields Of Chazy" - The Fields Of Chazy www.claudiagibson.com Joy Zimmerman "Keeping Vigil" - Where The Light Lives www.joyzimmermanmusic.com Ana Egge "If It Were Up To Me" - Sharing In The Spirit www.anaegge.com Janie Barnett "Gibbous Moon"- But Longing Is Primal www.janiebarnett.com Kenny White "The Moon Is Low" - Long List Of Priors www.kennywhite.net Closing music: Stellamara "Szerelem" - The Seven Valleys Running time: 4 hours, 22 minutes --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/radiocblue/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/radiocblue/support
Vish has always said this: Australians are unpredictable. You simply do not know where you stand with ‘em.And that was the same for most of Spurs' XI last night in yet another defeat at Stamford Bridge. Marcus, Jim, ACAB Brassell and the V2 Rocket himself discuss a huge night for both clubs that left Son Heung-Min and Pierre Emile-Hojbjerg shoving each other and Mauricio Pochettino signing an XL bully.Plus, Graeme Souness chucks another opinion out from his conservatory, Andy takes on the Old Bill in Greece, and Big Dunc tells the Inverness board he's staying. Plus, HUGE revelations that Vish had a certain Luke Aaron Moore muted on Twitter until very recently. Stay tuned.We're back on stage and tickets are out NOW! Join us at London Palladium on Friday September 20th 2024 for 'Football Ramble: Time Tunnel', a journey through football history like no other. Expect loads of laughs, all your Ramble favourites, and absolutely everything on Pete's USB stick. Get your tickets at footballramblelive.com!Follow us on Twitter, Instagram, TikTok and YouTube, and email us here: show@footballramble.com.Sign up to the Football Ramble Patreon for ad-free shows for just $5 per month: patreon.com/footballramble.***Please take the time to rate us on Spotify. It means a great deal to the show and will make it easier for other potential listeners to find us. Thanks!*** Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
In this episode of MountainLore, we tell the tale of Old Bill Mullins and his fiery reckoning. A man known for his sinful ways and a life lived in defiance of the divine, Bill's story is a cautionary whisper among the pines and a legend that has echoed through the hills of Appalachia for many … Continue reading "Old Bill Mullins and the Burning Bible"
The reasons "Old Bill" won't get a job. (Ever?) To advertise on our podcast, please reach out to sales@advertisecast.com or visit https://www.advertisecast.com/TheJeffWardShow
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Ornery, cantankerous, unwashed and a master trapper. Captured by Apaches, they took all his belongings and turned him loose to walk over two hundred miles barefoot. Usually very cautious, he made the mistake of agreeing to be a guide for John C. Fremont. The expedition was a disaster that ended with the death of Old Bill. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
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Growing up in a bad neighborhood, Bill finds himself joining a local gang by the time he's 13 years old. Between the ages of 13 and 32, Bill is arrested nearly 30 times and finds himself in and out of Connecticut State Prisons. Listen to find out what it's like to be in a gang at 13 years old, how Bill survived his countless prison stays and how he was able to turn his life around.Connect with Bill Staxx:https://www.youtube.com/@ChattinWithStaxxShow http://www.instagram.com/billstaxx2021 Connect with Ian Bick: https://www.ianbick.com/Subscribe to our membership program on YouTube to get early access to interviews, see behind the scenes photos & more:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRvVklIft6DMelVW18M0oBw/joinPowered by Q29 Productions, LLC Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
The new podcast that reads the papers so you don't have to. Today: Trump is indicted – could he go down this time? Stab attack horror in France – how will the British press cover it? And Bill Murray and ‘Milkshake' star Kelis are now an item, apparently… Stand up and Fin vs. The Internet star Fin Taylor and historian-screenwriter extraordinaire Alex Von Tunzelmann are on today's panel. Follow Paper Cuts: Twitter: https://twitter.com/papercutsshow Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/papercutsshow/ Illustrations by Modern Toss https://moderntoss.com/ Written and presented by Andrew Harrison. Produced by Sophie Black. Design: James Parrett. Music: Simon Williams. Managing Editor: Jacob Jarvis. Exec Producer: Martin Bojtos. Group Editor: Andrew Harrison. PAPER CUTS is a Podmasters Production. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Maury "Jonesy" Jones is the dedicated founder and operator of Jackson Hole Horse Rescue, a nonprofit sanctuary for older horses in need. With a deep passion for horses and a heart for their well-being, Jonesy shares the inspiring story of how he started the rescue and the challenges and joys that come with running it.From braving harsh winters to making tough decisions about end-of-life care, Jonesy gives us a candid look at what it takes to keep a horse rescue going, and how the support of committed volunteers has made all the difference. We also explore the importance of proper horse care, and how initiatives like Old Bill's Fun Run have helped the organization become financially self-sufficient.But what really sets this episode apart are the unforgettable stories of the horses themselves. Jonesy takes us on a journey of discovery, introducing us to some of the amazing equines under his care and sharing the unique paths they have taken to find love and purpose. And as the episode draws to a close, we delve into the sensitive but necessary topic of horse euthanasia, and the empathy and respect Jonesy brings to this difficult decision.Finally, don't miss out on the bonus cowboy poetry at the end of the episode! It's a fitting tribute to the spirit of these majestic creatures.To learn more about Maury "Jonesy" Jones and the amazing work he does at Jackson Hole Horse Rescue, visit their website at JacksonHoleHorseRescue.com.This week's episode is supported in part by Teton County Solid Waste and Recycling, reminding residents and commercial businesses of Teton County's food waste programs; the next frontier material in the quest to achieve the County's goal to reduce, aiming for zero waste. More at TetonCountyWY.gov or at @RoadToZeroWaste.JH on Instagram.Support also comes from The Jackson Hole Marketplace. The Deli at Jackson Hole Marketplace offers ready-made soups, sandwiches, breakfast burritos, and hot lunch specials. More at JHMarketplace.comWant to be a guest on The Jackson Hole Connection? Email us at connect@thejacksonholeconnection.com. Marketing and editing support by Michael Moeri (michaelmoeri.com)
Hey! This would normally be a live show, but we've had a lot going on and some scheduling complications, and that didn't happen. Normally, we would jump ahead to 376 and save 375 for when the live show happens, but normally that live show is just 1-3 weeks away, and this time we can't say for sure when it'll be. So, we're moving along with the episode numbers normally, and we'll get a live one in when we're able. It may be it won't be until the regularly expected episode 400, but worst case scenario 400 will be live, and live as all hell! Also, to make up for it, we've got a few fun things on the burners for you in these next episodes that'll have you saying “live show, schmive show, that was great!” Anyway, such as it is, here's episode 375! The Notes: Will is seldom ready for this, but he's ready for this now! We're like a 375-year-old woman! Oily joints! The darker side of turning 100! The butthole letter! Witches and witch stereotypes! This podcast is in international waters! There are no laws in Nelson's bathtub! You may have noticed this isn't a live show! #TubLife! Will was in England! Rainy days and dark at 4 always get Will down! Will got hassled by Old Bill for flashing! A harrowing tale of the English justice system! JK Simmons vs JK Rowling! Will's tribute to Becca Booth who is gone much too soon! We try to lighten the mood for the ending with mixed results (more of a lateral move)! Link to Becca Booth's obituary at the times and the excerpt about donations for her children: Obituary: Rebecca Amber Booth – The Lawrence Times (lawrencekstimes.com) “In lieu of flowers, the family suggests that contributions for a fund to support Becca's children and may be sent in care of Warren-McElwain Mortuary, 120 W. 13th Street, Lawrence, KS 66044 or via Venmo @KimmyBooth. Please reference Becca Booth Children's Fund.” Contact Us! Follow Us! Love Us! Email: doubledeucepod@gmail.com Twitter & Instagram: @doubledeucepod Facebook: www.facebook.com/DoubleDeucePod/ Patreon: patreon.com/DoubleDeucePod Also, please subscribe/rate/review/share us! We're on Apple, Android, Libsyn, Stitcher, Google, Spotify, Amazon, Radio.com, RadioPublic, pretty much anywhere they got podcasts, you can find the Deuce! Podcast logo art by Jason Keezer! Find his art online at Keezograms! Intro & Outro featuring Rob Schulte! Check out his podcasts at Pink Jeans! Brought to you in part by sponsorship from Courtney Shipley, Official Superfans Stefan Rider & Molly Scanlon, and listeners like you! Join a tier on our Patreon! Advertise with us! Check out the Lawrence Times's 785 Collective at https://lawrencekstimes.com/785collective/ for a list of local LFK podcasts including this one!
Greetings, bonjour, what's happeningWelcome to Lager Time. My legions of LagerLites stand tall.So I Didn't get round to putting this out on Friday as hoped. We had visitors in the gaff, what with Christmas and all that. Frozen streets, frozen pipes (yep we had those) a world cup final and a four-and a-half-hour journey across Kent in the train strike, just to get to London, meant it didn't happen. However, here it is, here I am. More about the story in a mo though.So I had a little bit of good news this week. I finally have a gig to announce. Pretty chuffed with this one. Friday 27th January, I'll be doing a spoken word set at one of the best nights in London, Poetry and Poppadums, supporting Michael Rosen, who if you don't know, is a bit of a legend in the UK Literature world. Alongside that will be Celia Bax, me and the host himself, Paul Lyalls; who runs the gig. Paul's a great guy, and a good poet who knows how to put on a decent event. He's supported me a lot over the years so I'm rally grateful to get on his stage again.It's a gig I've done a few times and it's one that I feel I can actually invite my mates and family too, confident they'll enjoy it. Paul knows what he's doing, it's a cabaret style set-up, decent bar and food and most of the people are just there to enjoy themselves and hear something a bit different. I'll put the ticket links in here and in the podcast description for the non-Sub stackers. Gives me another good reason to do a Not-Quite-Edition of Lager Time, to get match-fit, maybe even that live-stream I was going on about a while back. Should be a good one though, hope to see you there This might be the last Lager Time of the year, I hope not, but fear not if it is, I'll most certainly be back in January, might be to give these satellite Stories a break for a bit though, getting the urge to write some poems again. So this story is the first part of a story about going to an Under 18's event. Not gonna lie, I've struggled with this one a bit, hasn't been as fluid as some of the others, either way hope you enjoy it. As ever, if you fancy giving us a subscribe on Substack, or on Apple or Spotify, or where ever it is you listen, I'd be very grateful. And if you've got any mates that might like it, let them know. And if you feeling really generous, in these hard-up times, you can give us a little donation on the old Ko-Fi that;s it for the begging. H Wait, and yea, and stream my EP, TOAST IN THE MACHINEOne last thing before I duck-out, I thought as it's my Christmas, I'd read my and only Christmas poem, which I forget to plug every year, as a little Brucie Bonus. It's in my first collection, The Suburban, which of course you can purchase from my website just something that happened a few years back in Crawley.So that's it, if you don't hear from me, I hope yous all have a banging festive period, full of food, family, friends, banter, boardgames, boredom, TV re-runs and loads of tea and lager. I can't wait.Peas and taters, quite LiterallyHappy ChristmasPaulOne MoreRound one, we arrive. Get a pint. Foster's, cooking lager.‘I wanna keep it light. Had a rough night last night, can't stay out too long.'‘What's wrong with you?' my mate says in jest, with an undertone that suggests, You've changed. You left, I stayed. I'm hard, you're soft.‘So be it,' I say. We plot down, while he gets the round in. Back home, Christmas Eve. Me, my mate and my brother, sat round a beer-stained table, windows sprayed snow-white in the corners. Old cockneys and Irish crowd the bar like punters at a car auction; the taller patrons brush their heads against the tacky paper chain decorations; it's warm. Don't recognise many faces, but the place hasn't changed.Small talk begins, niceties are exchanged, ‘Good to see you back here' and ‘It's nice to be back,' I say, they say, and we skip through, mortgages, kids, marriages, cars and careers, ‘What you doing now, how's London?' Property prices, transport and crime appear in the conversation like constituents waiting at an MP's surgery, London provides the key and opinions rush the landlord.Round two. ‘Fosters is crap, innit?' I say, admitting my mistake. They laugh and I make that tactical upgrade to Kronenbourg, one that I've regretted in the past. Lug fast and it burns but it feels good.Booze in the system, the Christmas season has seen me drinking like four nights in a row, hop-scotching from work dos and that, all shop talk, awkward exchanges and then to this, back home Christmas Eve, old mates, familiar place.Smiles crack and we all begin to loosen. T's and th's start falling off, the first c-word gets dropped, as accents start slipping into them fitted cockney derivatives, treading paths parents and grandparents made to this place from London and beyond. ‘Faack off' and ‘Shaat up, mate,' we say, all spayed with affection.Round three. I see an old mate who I stand up to talk to. Five minutes into the chat and I get a tap on the arm, turn round and it's my brother and my mate and they're like, ‘It's your round, son,' eyebrows up and down. I'm up to the bar and back again quick smart, a beer triangle in my hand, one I'm well practised in carrying. We sit down, we hear a bang and a few raised voices, door flies open and, on the pavement outside, we see two guys in each other's faces. We look out the window, pints in hand like we're sat in the grandstand at the races. Old Bill appear, they disappear, carted off in a meat wagon to the cages; a cheer goes up, it unites the pub and we laugh because nothing changes.Round four and the talk is football and old computer games that we played, Streets of Rage and Street Fighter II, old holidays with mates and ‘We should do this again,' we all say. But one by one we look at the time at ever-increasing intervals, something we never would've done. Until my mate finally breaks and says, ‘I should probably go,' and I say, ‘Yeah, I need to get back,' and my brother's like, ‘Yeah, I gotta be up early,' and suddenly everything's changed.It goes a bit quiet, as the last dregs get drunk and there's that slight pause before the exit. We're all thinking it. The Pogues come on the jukebox. At the bar I watch the landlord pour another pint and I turn round to the other two, shrug my shoulders, cheeky look on my face, and say, ‘One more?'Sattellite Stories EP 8: Stand In Blend OutHome time at school was always a joyous occasion. I bowled out on this day with a rare mix of what I think were positive emotions, mixed in with a few typical teenage concerns. There was this small crew of slick-looking wideboys and wide girls, early twenties types, protype Big Brother contestants; standing outside the school gates, in shiny puffa-jackets, by a parked-up Audi, in club branded t-shirts dishing out flyers, for an Under 18's event, at Crawley's premier-late-night-go-to, Ikon-Diva. It was a ruthless PR operation. Target audience marked and in sight. And it worked. Because I saw that flyer and couldn't believe my eyes, it was happening. At last.I'd heard the myths about these under 18 events, in places that were near-by but not-near enough, like Croydon and East Grinstead, where they ran these alleged events that were ram-packed with chicks, that apparently would get off with anyone, and they played banging Drum and Bass and Garage. Someone's cousins mate or whatever had been to one on Hastings Pier, which had MC Dett and Kenny Ken. They were just names I knew from the Tapepacks, I didn't even know what they looked like, let alone had the chance to hear them play. Who's was gonna play at Ikon Diva?! They might get Shy FX?! Or Nicky Blackmarket?! Or Skibbadee?! And now, it was happening, in Crawley, almost home turf. A nightclub, with loud banging music. I loved loud banging music but only got to play it on my tinny headphones or shitty Argos hifi (with inbuilt graphic equaliser); which often didn't work, so it wasn't really loud, or banging. And of course. Girls. There'd be girls. Loads of them. Bare girls. Not bare, but bare, as in loads. Probably. Maybe. And Music, hopefully not shit music, chart music, but Jungle, Garage and more Drum N Bass, and Hip Hop. Geezers, my mates and girls. And probably dickheads, which put the brakes on my thinking a bit, might get started- on, was fairly probable, who would back it? Would I know enough people? I knew people but was I safe with them? Like safe, enough. Safe enough to say ‘Safe Kass' and Kass to ‘safe' back. Maybe, maybe not.There were good reasons why Ikon Diva had been featured, a few times, on Crime In The South East. Fly-on-the-wall camera crew follows coppers, as they nick larey lads, and often females, kicking off at kicking-out time. There was always the bit, where three or four copers struggle to pin-down and cuff some geezer in a ripped Ralph shirt, wriggling about like a trapped wasp.‘we need you to calm down sir '‘I'm fucking calm, I'm fucking calm'Often, that was someone's older brother, or mate, or occasionally dad.All the non-conforming-alternative-types: the skaters, the metalers, the indie kids, the stoners, of which I was a conflicted, inconsistent member of, would consistently slag the place off, and its regulars, with anecdotes that were probably justified, but with tones and remarks that all-to-often veered into that merkey grey-area of outright class-bashing. I always felt I was somewhere inbetween those two world-views. I wanted to stand out, because there was more to life than Crawley town centre and chart music, but I also wanted to blend in, I didn't want my arse kicked and I liked (but could never afford) Air Max and of course, Jungle, Drum and Bass' even though it had been relegated in the coolness stakes, due to UK Garage being the go-to sound, banged out of any souped up-moter doing doughnuts outside Halfords.So I'm at Horley station doing my very best to blend in. Pinstripes, jeans, Ben Sherman and jacket, standard night-out-geezer-in-training look. I looked the part but lacked the pack, like a lone deer with low self-esteem, stood a few yards from a gigantic herd of does and horn-heads, all smoking Sovereign cigarettes, spitting on the floor and wearing better brands of clothes. Horley, being that smaller town-with-one-massive-secondary-school, meant that everyone knew each other who went to Oakwood school; which was all of them, with the exception of the few kids like me, who went to faith schools and the other odd few posh kids and scholarship kids who went to Reigate Grammer.There must've been about thirty of them, all along platform two, in small groups, but all still communicating with each other, they knew each other, I didn't really know anyone. All it took was for one mouthy prick to look in my direction and the game would be up before it had even started. There were a few faces in amongst them that I recognised from my days playing football, for Horley Town under 9's and 2nd Horley Cub scouts. Few wideboys I'd seen getting larey in the town centre. Some of the girls were fit, tiny, tight dresses, big earrings and loads of makeup and none of them had jackets on; it was cold. I wish I knew them. The 52 train rolled in and I sat as far away from them as possible.We pile off the train at Crawley, me deliberately taking my time, with the aim of making as little noise as possible, I'd got good at that. I arranged to meet a few of the boys at the station. All the Horley lot pile off, I see them up ahead, along with loads of other kids, good mix of girls and boys. This massive crew that gets off at the opposite end as I'm walking towards the exit, they're in a head on collision course with me, as we roll up the platform towards the exit. They're done up to the nines in Moshino and Iceberg, and they look bigger and older, and ruder, all walking with a bop only reserved for the rudest of rudeboys round here. I'm guessing they're from Croydon, they got that street air that just about gets filtered out down here, even in a satellite town full of attitude, like Crawley; if you bowled like these boys, you were either a pretender or you really were about it. There weren't many that could pull it off. They're talking loud, making random noises, shouting and laughing and one of them is MCing; there's no girls, just guys. They got an energy about them, which is unpredictable, but like, draws you in, like you wanted to be in their company.I slow my step enough, so that I wind up filling in behind them as they go into the station, bowling right passed the infamous Indian Robo Cop, who today must've stood down with the shake downs. I doubt any of these kids, Horley, Redhill or Croydon, had tickets, but even the infamous Indian Robocop was powerless to stop them in the sheer numbers they were streaming through; either that or he'd passed out under a cloud of Lynx and ImpulseI stood on the steps of the station, watching them all make their way to Ikon, which was conveniently stationed, next to the station. All in big groups. As I'd come over the footbridge, I was pretty sure I heard the likes of Ronnie Wader and Shane O Connel, and I'm pretty sure Brendon was with them, sometimes he got invited to roll with those boys, same with Gareth. They were dickheads but I was jealous. Whatever it was, they sounded rowdy, like they were doing shots or something, bottles were clanging and doing football chants.I stood on the steps, watching the masses make their ways in, in varying states. I saw a few faces like Yusef, Ryan White and Big Kass, which was never a good sign that those three were together; felt like everyone was mobbing up and coming out in force. They could very easily have stopped and come up the steps and performed the Crawley shake-down routine; I certainly had a few pound coins on my person; maybe they could teach this local custom to them Croydon boys in a cultural exchange, in return for some updated London slang; we always got it eventually; Thatcher's trickle-down for satellite town rude boys.I was a bit gutted that Brendon and Gareth were with Shane and that, I was on my own and lacking weight but trying to look like I did'nt lack wight but I was on my own and I did lack wieght. There was always a loose cannon like Kells about, but you know he'd just turn up anyway, though we never invited him for anything. Mo was coming, everyone liked Mo, and Rich was coming too, he could swing if he needed to, but right now, I was on my own; until Vee-jay trotted up. He'd walked from Broadfield, which was a good half hour. He was a good kid Veejay, but like me he lacked he didn't scan well in the hardness polls, but he was trustworthy. Two wonna be's are better than one wonna be but the two combined still don't make the weight of a regular geez with a bit about him. We were still exposedEventually Mo showed up, he'd lived near by but had to come over the bridge and had bumped in to Ronnie Wader and those boys, and saw Brendon and Gareth. I could smell the booze on his breath; they were all safe with Mo. Luckily for me he didn't stray. He was loyal like that; he could've mugged me and Vee-jay off for them. Rich then arrived, his mum dropping him off in the carpark, giving her a bit of grief as he got out the car.‘shutup man, don't drop me off here next time'So now there was four of us, that was something. We marched on over to the que, which snaked all the way round the side and back out into the station car park. It was a lot of people, and lot of bouncers, big mean looking bastard. We were bopping towards the back of the que, but all subetley looing to see who we knew, let all these pretty chicks and wideboys know that we were faces. Mo got a few nods but the rest of us got nothing; until.‘Oi Rich, Rich, Paul, Paul yea boys, over here, yea, yea.'Someone said my name. They said Rich's first, but still, they said my name. I tried to look like it was nothing, like this kinda thing happens all the time. I slowly turned round, only to see Pidge, in the que, on his own. Pidge. I was a little bit disappointed but it meant we could sneak into the que and just hope no one called us out. Pidge had on a Tommy Hilfiger shirt that was way too big for him, to be fair though; he weren't the only one in ill-fitting clothes.Every wide boy in a 20 mile radius was in the line to get in, all the different parts of Crawley there, Pound Hill and Northgate to Broadfield and Bewbush. All the Horley boys, Horsham, Redhill, East Grinstead and those big crews from Croydon, all in the mix, all out for something. The energy of it all reminded me of watching one of those crusty science videos in school, where they would put a Bunsen burner under a substance and through the microscope, you could see all the particles getting lively; it was buzzing.There'd already been a couple of casualties and we hadn't even got in yet. One kid hauled out by security, who could barley even stand, spaghetti all down his shirt, two other lads had a punch up in the que, it was only just gone 7pm. There was gonna be a few pissed off parents later, and probably a few parents who didn't give a shit what their kids were up to; some mess in front of us was clearly sweating and gurning his face off. We were Tony Blairs children; he'd be proud.As we slowly moved towards the door, I could start to hear those muffled base sounds of pumping music inside. Butterflies fluttered in my belly. But wait, what if it was so banging my ears couldn't take it? I'd never been to a club before. I'd heard older people say dance music could brainwash ravers, but then my older siblings all listen to it and they're alright? In-fact my brother said the sound system was shit?! Clubs were way better in Brighton and London. Which was odd, because out here, it sounded pumping, every time that door opened we got a blast, getting louder the closer we got to the door.‘oi, that sounds sick boys'‘Na it's shit. Clubs are way better in Brighton and London'From the time I'd got to the platform at Horley station, to getting in this que, I'd fallen in love about 400 times and my head had already concocted a whole series of fantasies, involving each one of these girls being my girlfriend, every time my eyes locked on one, it was hard to know where to look! It was also, in a way, a bit intimidating, some of these girls weren't wearing much but were fully confident with it, strutting about, like they knew what they were doing, like they had all this power and were in full control; any young geezer looking to step, needed some serious minerals to match it. Couple of these chicks looked like they swing it out too, one girl with curly hair and fists covered in sovereigns had threatened to knock out some guy for pushing in; she meant it and he knew, we all did; he backed down fast.When we finally got to the door, it was only then I appreciated the sheer size of these bouncers, with their black suits on with white shirts and shoulders like American football pads. Butterflies in my belly panicking to get out, fizzing like that ADHD inducing popping candy in my mouth and I'm pretty sure I had to lean forward at one point, to attempt to contain it.‘You alright mate?‘yea, yea, yea sweet, boys'We'd all gone quiet, I cleared my throat as we got to the doors, into the clock room area, where those big main doors were and every time they opened; I was blasted with pumping beats, mashed with the sounds of energetic young voices, like twisted bits of jewellery all forming this messy audio ball of madness which I couldn't quite contextualise but my Lord, was it exciting, and scary.‘alright'My voice sudenly went up an octave and simultaneously my arms sprung out from my pockets into a straight position, like a spring-loaded bottle opener, without the bouncer even saying a word, just a split second of eye contact. How did he do that?! It was like magic!? And why did my voice go up like that?He didn't respond to my attempt at casual geezer niceties and when he was done, slightly shoved me in the back towards the area where the entrance was. I slightly tripped and my heart suddenly went up about a 100 BPMs thinking I was gonna stack it in front of all these kids in the que. Fortunately I managed to stye it out and smiled awkwardly, as I joined the boys at the till, paid my £4 cover fee, opened those almighty, towering double doors and just like that, we were in the club. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit cree.substack.com
Dr. Diane Hudson is the founder of Advanced Behavior Change. Advanced Behavior Change's mission is to use the science of Applied Behavior Analysis to give children, teens, and caregivers the tools to change their environments and behaviors and to meet and exceed their goals. In this episode, Diane shares the path that lead her out to Jackson from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. She talks about moving her practice up from Salt Lake and the benefits of being able to work with people remotely and in person. Diane then goes into some of the techniques she uses to increase positive skills, such as communication, social, and adaptive skills, and decrease problem behavior. Stephan and Diane also talk about neurodivergent individuals and how diagnosing ADHD and Autism has changed over the years. Follow Diane on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/drdianehudson/ (@drdianehudson) Find out more about Advanced Behavior Change at https://www.advancedbehaviorchange.com/ (advancedbehaviorchange.com) This week's episode is sponsored in part by Teton County Solid Waste and Recycling. Old Bill's Fun Run donations directly support zero waste education and outreach. Recycle often, recycle right, and donate today! Donate athttps://www.cfjacksonhole.org/old-bills/ ( OldBills.com). More athttps://www.instagram.com/roadtozerowaste.jh ( @RoadToZeroWaste.JH) Support also comes from The Jackson Hole Wine Club. Curating quality wine selections delivered to you each month. Enjoy delicious wines at amazing prices. More athttp://jacksonholewineclub.com/ ( JacksonHoleWineClub.com) Want to be a guest on The Jackson Hole Connection? Email us at connect@thejacksonholeconnection.com. Marketing and editing support byhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/michaelmoeri ( Michael Moeri) (http://michaelmoeri.com/ (michaelmoeri.com),https://www.instagram.com/thatsamoeri/ (@thatsamoeri))
Georgie McNiff, RN is the founder of Nurse Georgie Health which offers in-office, concierge and telehealth services that are science backed and researched based. In this episode, Gerogie shared why she picked up during the pandemic and moved out to Jackson from New York. She talks about what went into starting up her practice and how it has grown over the past couple of years. Stephan and Gerogie discuss the health of our community and some of the unique services that Nurse Georgie offers, including vitamin IV therapy, functional nutrition and testing. Find out more about Nurse Georgie athttps://www.jhcenterforthearts.org/ ( )https://nursegeorgiehealth.com/ (nursegeorgiehealth.com) Follow Nurse Georgie on Instagramhttps://www.rootskitchencannery.com/ ( )https://www.instagram.com/nursegeorgiehealth/?hl=en (@NurseGeorgieHealth) This week's episode is sponsored in part by Teton County Solid Waste and Recycling. Old Bill's Fun Run donations directly support zero waste education and outreach. Recycle often, recycle right, and donate today! Donate athttps://www.cfjacksonhole.org/old-bills/ ( )https://www.cfjacksonhole.org/old-bills/ (OldBills.com). More athttps://www.instagram.com/roadtozerowaste.jh ( )https://www.instagram.com/roadtozerowaste.jh (@RoadToZeroWaste.JH) Support also comes from The Jackson Hole Wine Club. Curating quality wine selections delivered to you each month. Enjoy delicious wines at amazing prices. More athttp://jacksonholewineclub.com/ ( JacksonHoleWineClub.com) Want to be a guest on The Jackson Hole Connection? Email us at connect@thejacksonholeconnection.com. Marketing and editing support byhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/michaelmoeri ( Michael Moeri) (http://michaelmoeri.com/ (michaelmoeri.com),https://www.instagram.com/thatsamoeri/ (@thatsamoeri))
Willi Brooks is the Event Operations Director for The Center for The Arts. Willi is one of the lucky ones who was born and raised right here in the Valley. On top of working full-time at The Center, Willi is also one of the owners of Roots Cannery and is an active member of the Travel and Tourism Board. In this episode, Willi shares what it was like to grow up in Jackson. He goes into how a part-time job at The Center has turned into a full-time career as the Event Operations Director. Willi talks about the impact The Center has on the area and how appreciative they are to be a part of such a supportive community. Stephan and Willi also chat about the Scouts, the Jackson Hole Food Cupboard, Roots Cannery, the farmers market, and the importance of volunteering. Find out what events are happening at The Center athttps://www.jhcenterforthearts.org/ ( jhcenterforthearts.org) Learn more about Roots Cannery athttps://www.rootskitchencannery.com/ ( RootsKitchenCannery.com) This week's episode is sponsored in part by The Jackson Hole Historical Society & Museum connecting people to local history by sharing artifacts and ideas to foster curiosity and continual learning, forge connections, and inform our 21st-century dialogue. Learn more online athttps://jacksonholehistory.org/ ( jacksonholehistory.org) Support also comes from Teton County Solid Waste and Recycling. Old Bill's Fun Run donations directly support zero waste education and outreach. Recycle often, recycle right, and donate today! Donate athttps://www.cfjacksonhole.org/old-bills/ ( OldBills.com). More athttps://www.instagram.com/roadtozerowaste.jh ( @RoadToZeroWaste.JH) Want to be a guest on The Jackson Hole Connection? Email us at connect@thejacksonholeconnection.com. Marketing and editing support byhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/michaelmoeri ( Michael Moeri) (http://michaelmoeri.com/ (michaelmoeri.com),https://www.instagram.com/thatsamoeri/ (@thatsamoeri))
Carlin Girard is the Executive Director of the Teton Conservation District. Originally from western Massachusetts, Carlin grew up surrounded by nature. He ventured out west to attend college in Prescott, AZ and made his way to the oil fields of the Big Piney area before landing in Jackson Hole over 15 years ago. In this episode, Carlin shares what it was like growing up near the Appalachian Trail and why he eventually headed west. He talks about how a college thesis landed him in the oil fields near Big Piney and the research he was conducting. Stephan and Carlin then talk about some of the important work that the Teton Conservation District does for the community. Some of the programs and collaborations that they have been involved in include growing the native plant species, wildfire risk mitigation, well water test kits, wildlife monitoring, alternative energy, and many more. Learn more about the Teton Conservation District at http://TetonConservation.org (TetonConservation.org) Follow Teton Conservation District on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/tetonconservation/ ( @tetonconservation) This week's episode is sponsored in part by Teton County Solid Waste and Recycling. Old Bill's Fun Run donations directly support zero waste education and outreach. Recycle often, recycle right, and donate today! Donate at OldBills.com. More athttps://www.instagram.com/roadtozerowaste.jh ( @RoadToZeroWaste.JH) Support also comes from Compass Real Estate, the region's largest and most dynamic real estate company in the valley. For more information and to view current listings visit https://www.compass.com/ (COMPASS.com) or at https://www.instagram.com/compassjacksonhole/?hl=en (@compassjacksonhole) Want to be a guest on The Jackson Hole Connection? Email us at connect@thejacksonholeconnection.com. Marketing and editing support byhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/michaelmoeri ( Michael Moeri) (http://michaelmoeri.com/ (michaelmoeri.com),https://www.instagram.com/thatsamoeri/ (@thatsamoeri))
Scott Kosiba is the Executive Director of Friends of Bridger-Teton. Originally from Michigan, the study of Sage-grouse brought Scott out to Wyoming in 2010. In this episode, Scott shares the story of what brought him out to Wyoming and what it is like living in the Pinedale area. He talks about the increase in visitation to the Bridger-Teton area and the impact it has had on the public lands. Scott dives into some of the bigger initiatives that they have accomplished, including installing and maintaining vault toilets at Shadow Mountain. He then explains the three different types of camping on the Bridger-Teton land. Stephan and Scott also touch on fire and bear safety, tagging photos responsibly, and how volunteers can make a big difference. Do you know what a Charmin flower is? Listen to this episode to find out. Follow Friends of The Bridger-Tetonhttps://www.instagram.com/bridgertetonfriends/?hl=en ( @bridgertetonfriends) This week's episode is sponsored in part by Teton County Solid Waste and Recycling. Old Bill's Fun Run donations directly support zero waste education and outreach. Recycle often, recycle right, and donate today! Donate at OldBills.com. More athttps://www.instagram.com/roadtozerowaste.jh ( @RoadToZeroWaste.JH) on instagram. Support also comes from The Jackson Hole Wine Club. Curating quality wine selections delivered to you each month. Enjoy delicious wines at amazing prices. More athttp://jacksonholewineclub.com/ ( JacksonHoleWineClub.com) Want to be a guest on The Jackson Hole Connection? Email us at connect@thejacksonholeconnection.com. Marketing and editing support byhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/michaelmoeri ( Michael Moeri) (http://michaelmoeri.com/ (michaelmoeri.com))
Who do you believe? Bill O'Reilly, or the women who accuse him of sexual harassment? Unfortunately, this story is all too common and the stakes are high on all sides. Listen in to this podcast and tell us your thoughts!Visit us at www.kingkandyshow.comMessage us at kingkandyshow@gmail.com#MeToo #mybodymychoice #toxicmasculinity #foxnews
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Top 5 TV Cops Ossie and Nat Ossie and Nat are joined by phenomenal comics creator and long time friend Hurk to pick their Top 5 Television Coppers... Rozzers. Fuzz. Bizzies. Five-O. One Time. Bobbies. Dirty Babylon. Dibble. Feds. Jake. Old Bill. Pigs. Wallopers. Plod. Check out Hurk's new book Jinx Freeze https://averyhillpublishing.bigcartel.com/product/pre-order-jinx-freeze-by-hurk and his website https://lordhurk.com Visit our website at http://worldofproper.com/listoff/ Prefer video? You can subscribe to our youtube at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYtuDYN96m2IGg0-Tq8GBvQ Support List Off by contributing to their Tip Jar: https://tips.pinecast.com/jar/listoff
This story has an element that was also used in William Shakespeare's "King Lear." I daresay "Old Bill" borrowed the phrase & its application to his story from this folktale. That's okay, though, because it works so very, very well...
Double Jeopardy for the case with the 14 Year Old. Bill Cosby got out will R. Kelly? --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/lynae-moore/support
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Brooklyn based comic Matt Pena (@PENAallavodka1) joins the podcast to talk about Elliot's hair and spec scripts. An employee has a chat with HR to discuss his troubling habits.
www.commsolutionsmn.com- Our farming industry has changed so much over the last few decades, as we've moved away from the small family-owned farms to the massive corporate farms. In fact, the mega rich are buying up huge swaths of land, like Bill Gates does to grow crops in order to experiment with biofuels. Ted Turner is the largest land owner in three different states. Why? Almost all meat is processed through one of four large companies One owned by China). These are companies that are more than happy to go along with the calls to reduce the eating of meat. These ultra-rich people are getting government subsidies for their farms. They are growing or raising whatever it is the government is paying them to grow or raise. They don't even need to use their own money to operate them. Family farms are quickly becoming a thing of the past. A large percentage of farmland is farmed by people that don't own it. Also, your super conservative, Republican-led Senate is still giving the Democrats 80% of what they want. The budget bills are all passing. The education funding bill has passed. The police reform bill may pass. They are so afraid of a government shutdown that they are willing to give away the proverbial farm... or maybe the real one we discussed in the rest of the podcast. Have you checked out our Spotify playlist? At the beginning of each episode, Jason quotes some song lyrics that have to do with the subject matter of the podcast. Andrew never knows what they are, but now he can… and so can you! We've launched the Spotify playlist: “Community Solutions Music From the Podcast!” You can listen to Roundabout from Yes after listing to Episode 30 on Roundabouts… or kick back and enjoy a rocking playlist just for the thrill of it. We add a new song every week. Subscribe and enjoy! You can also subscribe to our podcast on iTunes, Google Play, and Spotify!
| Artist | Title | Album Name | Album Copyright | Flat Third | Tidewater Rising | Singles | | | Patty Tuite | Consider This | Consider This | | Ale Ponti | Remembering Big Bill | Dead Railroad Line Chronicles | Kelly's Lot | Stronger | Where And When | | Billy F Gibbons | Stackin' Bones feat. Larkin Poe | Hardware | | Little Hat | Cutie named Judy | Wine, Wimmen & Whiskey | Ben Waters | Booker | Hurricane | | R K. Turner | You're Gonna Need Some Help Someday.mp3 | Out Here On My Own | Big Creek Slim | Deportation Blues | Migration Blues | | EG Kight | Tell Me | Trio Sessions | | Barb Maxey | Day by Day | Gospel Blues Vol 1 | Bongo Boy Records | Sister Rosetta Tharpe | Peace In The Valley (Recorded Live At The Free Trade Hall, Manc | Chris Barber Presents The Blues Legacy Lost & Found Series | Jonathon Long | Saviors Face ECL MS1 | Parables of a Southern Man | THE ANDY ROBERTS GROUP | BROTHER | THE ANDY ROBERTS GROUP 1 | Ajay Srivastav | Holy Mother.mp3 | Powerless | | Son of Dave | Old Bill's Barroom | Call Me A Cab | | Cadillac Kings & Recorded In Norway | A Man Needs His Loving | Gonna Tell Your Mama | Tommy Steele | Give Give Give | The Best Of British Rock 'n' Roll (Disc 3) | Guy Davis | Flint River Blues | Be Ready When I Call You | Donna Herula | Promise Me | Bang At The Door | | Lightnin' Guy & The Houserockers | Wild About You Baby | Plays Hound Dog Taylor | Elli de Mon | Downhearted Blues | Countin' The Blues MP3s | Champion Jack Dupree, Kenn Lending (G), Walter Payton (Sb), Ker | Poor Boy | Forever and Ever | | Chris Cain | You Won't Have A Problem When I'm Gone | Raisin Cain | | Freddie KIng | I Got the Same Old Blues | Burglar | | | Tommy Johnson | Lonesome Home Blues | The Return Of The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of | Carey & Lurrie Bell with Junkyard Angels | Piccadilly Square | Straight Shoot |
This week I grovel pathetically to the nice journalists and politicians who don't make a career out of slagging off the Old Bill, I talk about how a Nazi extremist managed to get into the Met police, and I interview the lovely Kerry Young who I used to work with in Coventry many years ago. Check out the brand new intro and outro music by my very talented and amazing friend and singer, Louise Hatton. If you like this podcast please review it here; https://lovethepodcast.com/tangojulietfoxtrot
In this week's episode of the Jackson Hole Connection, Stephan chats with Ponteir Sackrey. Ponteir is the chief advancement officer at the National Museum of Wildlife Art. She has been a vital part of the non-profit community since moving out to Jackson over 30 years ago. On top of the National Museum of Wildlife Art, she has helped grow the Center for the Arts and Grand Teton National Park Foundation. Ponteir has also served on many boards including Womentum, Old Bill's Fun Run, and the Jackson Hole Chamber of Commerce just to name a few. In this episode, Ponteir shares why she gave up the world of finance in Boston for a job helping support the creation of Snow King Sports & Events Center. She talks about what the National Museum of Wildlife Art has to offer, especially for families. Stephan and Ponteir also chat about the importance of mediation and finding time to just breathe. Connect with Ponteir by emailing psackrey@wildlifeart.org Find out more about the National Museum of Wildlife Art at http://WildlifeArt.org (WildlifeArt.org) Follow the National Museum of Wildlife Art: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/wildlifeartjh/ (@WildlifeArtJH) Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/WildlifeArtJH/ (@WildlifeArtJH) This week's episode is supported in part by Teton County Solid Waste and Recycling reminding you to reduce, reuse, recycle, and compost. Avoid single-use products whenever possible, and remember to bring your reusable bags with you while shopping. More at https://www.roadtozerowastejh.org/road-to-zero-waste/ (@RoadToZeroWasteJH )on Instagram. http://www.tetonwyo.org/298/Integrated-Solid-Waste-Recycling () Want to be a guest on The Jackson Hole Connection? Email us at connect@thejacksonholeconnection.com. Marketing and editing support byhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/michaelmoeri ( Michael Moeri).
Ficha técnica Hosts: Thiago Corrêa e Leticia Dáquer Edição: Leticia Dáquer Capa: Leticia Dáquer Data da gravação: 21/02/2021 Data da publicação: 24/02/2021 Áudios utilizados na edição: Meus Caroços | Hora de Aventura | CN Tunes | Cartoon Network Olivia Newton-John - Physical (1981) Bom Leticia Anexo ao Jardim Botânico, Curitiba ganhará mega Museu de História Natural (XV Curitiba, 13/02/2021) Thiago Pneu furado em estrada do PI leva a descoberta de réptil inédito da Era Paleozoica (G1, 13/01/2021) New Research Reveals Exercising One Arm Has Twice the Benefits (SciTechDaily, 02/01/2021) Mau Leticia ‘Enough is enough': South Mississippi man creates desk to keep children safe during school shootings (Fox8, 15/02/2021) Thiago Girl Scouts rebuke Boy Scouts in escalating recruitment war (AP, 26/12/2020) Child labor in palm oil industry tied to Girl Scout cookies (ABC News, 29/12/2020) Feio Leticia You say potato, I say pota-TOE, let's call the Old Bill out! Woman phones police to report a 'human toe' sticking out of a muddy field, only to discover it's a SPUD (Daily Mail, 08/01/2021) After Prosecutor Uses ‘The Shining' Photo in Court, Accused Bank Robber Gets New Trial (NBC Philadelphia, 19/01/2021) Thiago Scam Alert! Over $ 500k Made By Selling 5G Repellent Lotion Online! (Reporting Hour, 04/05/2020) Man spent £89 legally changing his name to Celine Dion after getting drunk watching her concert over Christmas (Manchester Evening News, 01/01/2021) Parceria com Veste Esquerda: Agora tem camiseta do Pistolando direto no site da Veste Esquerda! Mas o código de desconto PISTOLA10 dá 10% de desconto na sua compra da nossa e de outras camisetas maneiríssimas esquerdopatas! Parceria com Editora Boitempo: compre livros por esse link aqui pra gente ganhar uns trocados de comissão :) Esse podcast é produzido pelo Estopim Podcasts. Precisa de ajuda pra fazer o seu podcast? Chega mais, que a gente te ajuda. #MULHERESPODCASTERS Mulheres Podcasters é uma ação de iniciativa do Programa Ponto G, desenvolvida para divulgar o trabalho de mulheres na mídia podcast e mostrar para todo ouvinte que sempre existiram mulheres na comunidade de podcasts Brasil. O Pistolando apoia essa iniciativa. Apoie você também: compartilhe este programa com a hashtag #mulherespodcasters e nos ajude a promover a igualdade de gênero dentro da podosfera. Links do Pistolando www.pistolando.com contato@pistolando.com Twitter: @PistolandoPod Instagram: @PistolandoPod Apóie o Pistolando no Catarse, no Patreon e agora também no PicPay Descrição da capa: Foto de um terreno enlameado com algo que parece um dedão do pé de ser humano em meio a plantas e lama. No alto, à esquerda, a logo do Pistolando, branca. Ao lado, número e título do episódio. Embaixo, à esquerda, a logo do Estopim, também branca.
The story of Old Bill Williams, a mountain man that settled in the mountains west of Flagstaff, and the town named after him. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/leonard-wilcox/support
Lessons from Old Man Bill In this episode of the Manlihood ManCast, Josh Hatcher reminisces about working for Bill Sauers, on an antiquated sawmill from the 1800’s, and the lessons he learned from Old Man Bill. https://youtu.be/NVoxm1XlXTg Lesson 1: Don't shovel the same pile poop twice Lesson 2: Work Smarter Not Harder Lesson 3: Don’t let go! (Old Bill and the scaffolding) Lesson 4: Work is it’s own reward (An ode to hard work) ----------- Get REIGNITE: A MAN’S FIELD GUIDE TO TAKING BACK HIS LIFE http://www.manlihood.com/reignite/ For more: http://joshhatcher.com | http://manlihood.com Join the ManCave Today: http://facebook.com/groups/manlihoodmancave ---------------- Do you have a question you'd like to have answered on The Manlihood ManCast? Send it to us here: http://manlihood.com/ask-a-man --------------- VISIT THE MANLIHOOD STORE FOR RESOURCES, APPAREL, AND MORE! http://manlihood.com/store More from Manlihood: http://manlihood.com More from Josh Hatcher: http://joshhatcher.com -------------- Don't forget to check out our sponsors / partners / affiliates: GET A FREE STOCK FOR JOINING ROBINHOOD - https://join.robinhood.com/joshh826 Hatcher Media - http://hatchermedia.net Honky EDC - http://honkyedc.com Out of Your Shell Poetry - http://outofyourshellpoetry.com --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/manlihood/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/manlihood/support
It’s the final week of the MaxFunDrive, so we’ve pulled out all the stops! By which we mean, we talked about Olive Garden, again, for like twenty minutes.Suggested talking points: Old Bill, College Shirt, Toilet Book, Liquid Benefits, Olive Garden Hacks, Wine and CheeseBecome a MaxFun supporter: https://maximumfun.org/join
The slow return; Off for a long walk; Joe Wicks; Don't upset Clint; Advice from Old Bill; Live from your home office; Become a Twitter Chatmeister; An interview with Roger Fairhead; Music from Ainsley Diaz Stevens
Audience, welcome back to The Real Fake News®. This is the weekly Fireside chat. Old Bill is back from Florida and we are back in business. We've got a lot of great topics for you today. We're breaking down the Coronavirus Pandemic, the protests for equality, and the civil unrest being caused by a few less than holy agitators. We talk about the waves of evolution throughout American history, ways to make positive steps forward, and how to take a step back and analyze situations factually, without letting emotion take total control. We analyze the political landscape and whether or not we need to brace for another surge of Covid-19. We talk about Trump, Biden, God and the upcoming election. We cover the beauty of not forcing situations, and all the lessons in relationships we've begun to understand over the course of this pandemic. Stay strong, stay hard, donate, be gentle and kind, and most importantly, listen to "Walking into the Bunker" right here on The Real Fake News®!
Current World Number 1 swimmer Bill Letch, is 80 years old and still setting records (12 British records in 2020). Bill talks us through his incredible journey in swimming and what keeps him motivated. Learn from the best in the world with Bill's informative and fascinating Podcast.
In this episode we start in the village of Wulverghem and walk via Ration Farm, and some battlefield cemeteries, up onto the Messines Ridge. This weeks WW1 object is a collection of 'Fragments From France' magazines and we discuss the work of cartoonist Bruce Bairnsfather, famous for the 'Old Bill' cartoons.Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/oldfrontline)
In the early twentieth century, Old Bill the moose roamed free in the town of Lee, Massachusetts. Today, Old Bill hangs in Berkshire Museum's galleries as a natural science specimen. Discover his story in this episode of What's in the Basement? Theme music by Phil Vivori.
Audience, welcome back to The Real Fake News®. This is the weekly Fireside Chat. The world seems to be on fire, which is why everyone comes to The Real Fake News®. For Truth, Justice, Security, and Fun! Young Bill is drinking tea and Old Bill is drinking wine. We're broadcasting live at a moment of National and Global Crisis. We're talking about what to do, and how to think, when the world shuts down. We discuss Young Bill's recent trip to Dallas, courage, washing your hands, and moisturizer for the dry skin. We're talking about fear, panic, the truth, and how to stay clam. We chat about what may be going on behind the scenes, and if this virus is possibly a cover for more covert action. We cover the two different strategies countries are adopting to combat the virus, and the importance of supporting our local small businesses in time of need. We're talking about relationships, touching, and how physical people can be with each other under the specter of COVID-19. Sit back, relax, donate, and listen to "The Rise of a Titan" right here, on The Real Fake News®.
Audience, welcome back to The Real Fake News®! This is the weekly Fireside Chat. We've got a great session for you today. We are recording live from an Apple Factory in China. We're talking about China, the coronavirus, and how to get people back to work. We're talking about the history of medicine and which are best to combat the coronavirus. To assuage the fear, we also release our list of things more scary than the coronavirus. Write in and tell us your additions! We talk about fear, what it is, and how to deal with it. We discuss the opposite of fear, which is love, and how some ladies are pursuing Jesus, some are pursuing Instagram, and some are pursuing fame. Young Bill and Old Bill guide you through the process. We take a deep dive into socialism, talk about our great sponsors, how we plan on revisiting with and possibly kidnapping the Founding Fathers, plus inviting Nashville's local reporters on Channels 2, 4, and 5 and the owners of Shed Group Fitness to come on our show. Sit back, relax, don't be afraid, and listen to "A Factory in China" right here, on The Real Fake News®.
A game plan for a fight is all well and good until you get punched in the face...the same is true for a podcast when both comedian's go from sober to drunk within the first 5 minutes.In the words of todays guest, fellow comic "Pato Foil", all we can offer are cheese burgers and sadness. That and storie about being robbed and the origins of the nickname "Pato Foil""The Babyface" KD Hinken sits down with Pato Foil after recording a special video to have a chat about all things comedy, wrestling and prove the stereotype true that all white people, when getting wasted, do nothing but trade stories about past times they were drunk,See us and more comedians featured on the IYH podcast (and a couple who haven't been on yet) performing live on the 28th February at the Old Bill and Bull pub, Coventry Road, Birmingham for the In Your House comedy night, 6-8pm (followed by disco/karaoke.)
Supernanny Jade’s secret is revealed with the help of a bunch of flowers, a quote from Paradise Lost, and a graveyard with generous opening hours. Kel finds himself in front of the Old Bill who, despite having the polaroids from Bernie, are happy to release him on a burglary charge. Roy makes Richard’s home help cry and then quit after already threatening to make the situation worse by contacting Adult Services and has to rely on Aggie’s cooking in his attempts to make things right. After last week’s reveal, Michael wants to play the responsible father and Grace isn’t entirely against the idea but warns him to keep his mother out of her business. Good luck with that. The Knicker People now insist on being known as the Fifty Percenters, which isn’t nearly as catchy, and they refuse to listen as Nick frustratingly explains why they’re all going to be out of work in six months if they keep up with this slide nonsense, but maybe Sarah has a bright idea that’ll save everyone’s skin. Ray helps himself to an early morning Bistro capachoochoo and then reveals he’s dropping his lawsuit instead of his trousers for a change, and an increasingly scorned Michelle does well to keep her dinner down every time Robert is within two feet of her, which happens a lot. Elsewhere, Emma has an exciting Christmas offer that may be outshined by Steve’s fancy needlework, Brian thinks he looks like Robert from a distance, Nina isn’t going to a fancy dress party, and Mary is interested in getting her hands on Adam’s fusebox.
Poddens miniserie om västern fortsätter! Avsnittet kommer att handla om Pälsjägare, kolonin Astoria, legendarer som Jim Bridger, Jedediah Smith och Old Bill, Oregon trail, Santa Fe handeln, Davy Crockett, The Great Pathfinder Frémont, Donnergruppens mardrömsresa, dricka APA och att fullborda kontinentala USA. Glöm inte att prenumerera på podcasten! Ge den gärna betyg på iTunes! Följ podden på Facebook (facebook.com/stjarnbaneret), twitter (@stjarnbaneret) eller Instagram (@stjarnbaneret) Kontakta oss på: stjarnbaneret@gmail.com
Lawrenceville is a quaint town about forty minutes outside of Atlanta and is actually the second oldest town in the Atlanta metropolitan area. The historic downtown is full of storefront restaurants and shops. One would not think that this city has a paranormal essence to it, but as we found while taking a ghost tour, there are many stories of the unexplained here. Not something a city that is the headquarters of the Presbyterian Church of America would really want to champion, but their city website does have a link for ghost tours. Join me as I share the history, lore and hauntings of Lawrenceville, Georgia. The Moment in Oddity was suggested by Breanne Sanford and features Old Bill as a tourist attraction and This Month in History features the Ocoee Massacre. Ghost Tour: http://scarystroll.com Check out the website: http://historygoesbump.com Show notes can be found here: https://historygoesbump.blogspot.com/2019/10/halloween-episode-2019.html Become an Executive Producer: http://patreon.com/historygoesbump The following music is from https://incompetech.filmmusic.io/: "Vanishing" by Kevin MacLeod (Moment in Oddity) "In Your Arms" by Kevin MacLeod (This Month in History) "Ghost Processional" by Kevin MacLeod License: CC BY (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/) All other music licensing: PODCASTMUSIC.COM License Synchronization, Mechanical, Master Use and Performance Direct License for a Single Podcast Series under current monthly subscription.
In the first edition of the "In Your House" comedy podcast, the Babyface sits down with Luke "Lukeman" Anthony Mcdonnell. They talk about the english comedy world, films, reality tv set in a prision and his upcoming special "Absolute Culture Smash."With thanks to: The HollyBush Pub (Cradley Heath) - The Fat Penguin Improv Centre - The Sacred Fools podcast - The Old Bill and Bull pub (Yardley - Birmingham)
Every once in while a new solution comes to market, and we all sit back and say “Now why didn’t I think of that?” In recent years the number of grassroots music venues in the UK has declined drastically with the rise of gentrification of pubs and other traditional homes of live music. Claire Barrett is founder of UGIGS, a subscription based music community where Uber meets Lemonrock. Claire has lived in London all her life, and been singing professionally since the age of 16. One of the biggest problems for the up and coming musicians is finding a suitable venue, and for venues to find and book artists of the style and genre they want. UGIGs was created to give gigging musicians control of where and when they play, and it can now be done with a few swipes on your phone. “I see these young guys and girls, so talented, new in the industry – who would bite someone’s hand off to do a gig for 400 pounds. So I was like it’s such a shame these people [venues] cant cross paths.” [5:00] After landing a record deal at 17, which then fell through, Claire started gigging with her friend Isaac around London—something that she is still doing over 20 years later. It paid well and became her full time job, with some of their shows being booked over two years ahead. So it’s not a stretch to say Claire has seen the bright and dark side of gigging in and around London. [11:40] Claire had catalogued a host of problems plaguing gigging musicians in the area. Agents have been an issue. Some of the qualms are contractual but another issue is having to rely on a single person for work. One agent Claire had got her and her partner Isaac a gig at a pub, The Old Bill—a pub with a rowdy reputation. The agent hadn’t checked it out at all, and Isaac being a person of color was heckled by a rather racist crowd. This problem wasn’t new by any means. It was an issue plaguing musicians everywhere. [15:35] Enter UGIGS – getting sent to venues that didn’t match Claire’s Motown style wasn’t a one off event. Many musicians encountered the same problem over and over again—ranging from having problems getting paid, traveling, and relying on others for work. Claire has set out with UGIGS to put the power of finding shows in the hands of the venues and artists. Both can make accounts, post listings for shows, and message with artists directly. Fees are negotiated through messaging, as well as the hours, and contracts come up with the terms to be signed by both parties. Not only that, but artists and venues can rate each other to say whether or not they were a good fit for one another and how they both performed. Presently UGIGS is free, even Claire herself has signed up and gotten gigs from the site (she was the first too, in fact). UGIGS shows no signs of stopping or slowing down, and Claire hopes to transition to a subscription service as they continue to offer more to both musicians and venues around London. Links Ugigs.co.uk (http://www.ugigs.co.uk/) theteam@ugigs.co.uk (mailto:theteam@ugigs.co.uk) Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/ugigs.co.uk) Support this podcast
Pete tries to explain disability sports to Ben & Wayne... it doesn't go well. Wayne solves the problem of smoking and Ben awaits a visit from the Old Bill after his phone revelations.
This episode is brought to you by Found Item Clothing dot com and bunny slippers dot com Subscribe to PGttCM with DB Spitzer and Sara Fee wherever you subscribe to podcasts, we use podbean and applepodcasts Check out our new website over at WWW.PGttCM.com! Check out new PGttCM merch over at PGttCM.threadless.com Follow on twitter, facebook, and instagram at PGttCM and youtube at “People’s Guide to the Cthulhu Mythos” Written and Edited by Daniel Spitzer Audio by Sara Fee and Daniel Spitzer Music by Kevin McLeod The Chamber, Oppressive Gloom, The Sky of our Ancestors Help the show by sharing/rating/liking or 5 star giving wherever you listen to or rate podcasts Support the show by hitting the patron button at PGttCM.podbean.com or by going to PayPal.me/pgttcm. Buy a cool shirt from pgttcm.threadless.com. PGTTCM is part of the dark myths collective. Learn more at Dark Myths.ORG A Dreamer's Tales is the fifth book by Irish fantasy writer Lord Dunsany, considered a major influence on the work of J. R. R. Tolkien, H. P. Lovecraft, Ursula K. Le Guin, and others. It was first published in hardcover by George Allen & Sons in September 1910 R84: Preface Poltarnees, Beholder of Ocean Blagdaross R85: The Madness of Andelsprutz Where the Tides Ebb and Flow Bethmoora R86: Idle Days on the Yann R87: The Sword and the Idol The Idle City The Hashish Man R88: Poor Old Bill The Beggars Carcassonne R89: In Zaccarath The Field The Day of the Poll The Unhappy Body
Bill Booth, UPTVector demi-god, headline interview Rob Lloyd Ask The Expert about your first camera helmet and stills camera Bill Legard Book Club recommendation is “Boyd: The Fighter Pilot Who Changed the Art of War” Front Cover by Chris Cook of Tom Shorten over Skydive Langar Back Cover of Brian by Clem Quinn in Bewl Reservoir Nationals, Nationals, Nationals, Nationals (Tash and Rai won medals) Worlds, Worlds, Worlds Hilarious video mention of Jason Hobbs’ shoe coming off and attacking Emily Sugars under canopy. Video by Max Holmes. No mention of Stefan Pacel, at all. Thanks to a recent request from Oli Ellis. Swoop Challenge in Denmark (London 2019?) Eclipse jumps in the dark A ‘tea leaf’ meets the ‘Old Bill’ thanks to Macca Shunt, a novel by Stubert Ferglestein, glowing recommendations flood in… “it’s not shit”. #shuntnotshit Brian learns to check that jumps are fancy dress before turning up suitably attired. Craig went to Germany for the World Cup. They started it. Then they stopped it. Then they started it. Repeat to fade… Craig was driving past Skydive London, thought it would be rude not to pop in and say hi, two jumps later… Tash flies to Raeford to Judge at the USPA CF Nationals Rai tells you whether you should learn to freefly on slow or fast wind speed settings in the tunnel. No wait, she cops out and says “a bit of both”. Brian had better weather in Czech Republic than Craig in Germany and loves the event video by Dan Girdea and Dave Clarke Ep45 coming up in Sept featuring a full length interview with Norman Kent. Contribute via facebook, email or better yet record some audio on your smart phone and email it to us on studio@radioskydive.uk We love to hear from you. Please share this post. Please share our podcast. Please write us a review wherever you source your podcasts from. We love you long time. x
Episode 42 is part of the Spring 2017 issue! Support GlitterShip by picking up your copy here: http://www.glittership.com/buy/ The Passing Bell by Amy Griswold My hired horse threw a shoe between Bristol and Bath, and by the time the wearying business of getting another nailed on was complete the shadows were growing long and the wind was sharpening its knives. “It’s kind of you to put me up,” I said, jingling pennies in my pocket to encourage such generosity. In a town so small it had neither pub nor inn, I considered myself fortunate to be offered the chance to sleep in the blacksmith’s loft. Hello! Welcome to GlitterShip. This is your host, Keffy, and I'm super excited to be sharing this story with you. Our story for today is "The Passing Bell" by Amy Griswold. Amy Griswold is the author (with Melissa Scott) of DEATH BY SILVER and A DEATH AT THE DIONYSUS CLUB from Lethe Press. Her most recent work (with Jo Graham) is the interactive novel THE EAGLE'S HEIR from Choice of Games. She lives in North Carolina, where she writes standardized tests as well as fiction, and tries not to confuse the two. The Passing Bell by Amy Griswold My hired horse threw a shoe between Bristol and Bath, and by the time the wearying business of getting another nailed on was complete the shadows were growing long and the wind was sharpening its knives. “It’s kind of you to put me up,” I said, jingling pennies in my pocket to encourage such generosity. In a town so small it had neither pub nor inn, I considered myself fortunate to be offered the chance to sleep in the blacksmith’s loft. “Glad to, if you’ve got the coin,” the blacksmith said. “Only the missus is particular in her way about knowing something about strangers who are going to sleep under her roof. What’s your name, and what’s your age, and what’s your trade, good man? For she’ll ask me all three.” “Rob Tar is my name, and my age is twenty and six,” I said. “And I’m an able seaman aboard the Red Boar out of Bristol. My girl Minnie lives in Bath, and I’m on my way to keep her company a while until we sail again. I’ve never claimed to be a good man, but I’ll be no trouble to you, and I can pay you for supper and bed." In fact I had three months’ pay, most of it stuffed down my shirt to pose less temptation to thieves. “Will that satisfy your lady?” “It should,” Mister Smith said, with a sheepish sort of shuffle that would have looked more at home on a boy than a big man with biceps like hams. “You understand, she’s a particular sort of woman.” He seemed to notice for the first time that his dogs were circling me suspiciously, as if waiting for the cue to set their teeth into an intruder. “Get by, dogs, we’ve a guest tonight.” He led me into a kitchen where a warm fire was glowing and went aside to speak with the presumed mistress of the house, a young wife but hardly a merry one, her dun hair matching her dun dress so that she looked faded, as if washed too many times. I was beginning to get some feeling back into my feet when she came over with bread and salt fish. “That ought to do for a sailor,” she said, and I nodded polite thanks, though in truth I’d eaten enough fish while at sea that I’d have preferred the toughest fowl or most dubious of hams. “If you’d come a week ago, we’d have had nothing for you but pork.” “Too bad,” I said, and tried not to think about crisp bacon. At that moment, a dull music split the air, the heavy tolling of a steeple-bell. It rang twice, paused, rang twice again, and then began a doleful series of strokes. It was the death knell, and I put on my most solemn face, thinking how awkward it was to be a stranger in a small town at such a time. “Who do you suppose has died?” “I expect no one yet,” Mister Smith said. His wife said nothing, only stood with her mouth pressed tight together, listening to the tolling bell. In a small town such as this, I could well believe they kept up the old custom of ringing the bell as soon as the parson heard news of a death, but to ring it before the death seemed perverse. “Surely there aren’t any hangings here,” I said. A condemned prisoner was the only sort of man I could think of whose death might be predicted with certainty beforehand. “I suppose if someone’s lying deathly ill . . .” “We’ll know by morning,” Mister Smith said. “The bell never lies, you see—” He broke off abruptly as the bell finally came to the end of its dull refrain and seemed at a loss for how to go on. “Twenty-six,” Mistress Smith said, and when I turned at her tone I saw that her face had turned gray with some strong emotion I didn’t understand. “Nine strokes to tell a man, and twenty-six to tell his age. Don’t tell me I miscounted.” “I’m sure you didn’t,” the smith said. He twisted the leather of his apron in his hands, looking from one of us to the other. “It might be best if you found your bed now.” “The hour is growing late,” I said, because I misliked his wife’s expression, and had developed aboard ship a keen sense of how the wind was blowing. The man picked up a lantern and led me back out into the chill dooryard. The ladder up to the loft above the forge was rickety, and he held the lantern to light my way. “You mustn’t mind my wife,” he said. “Our troubles here are nothing to do with you.” Well, only the most incurious of born lubbers could have refrained from asking the question after that. “What did she mean about the bell?” “There’s somewhat wrong with our church bell,” Smith said. “The parson rings it in the ordinary way after every death in the town, but you can hear it all through town the night before.” It took me a moment to parse that. “You mean the bell rings before someone dies?” “The bell sounds before someone dies, but the parson doesn’t ring it until after. It’s been that way as long as anyone in town can remember. You mustn’t think we’re entirely ungrateful; when it tolls for your old uncle, you can go round and see him beforehand and say your farewells, you see? But it’s hard when it tolls for a child, or a man in his prime with little chance of passing away peacefully in his bed.” The light from the lantern shifted, as if his hand were less than steady on its handle. Outside its circle of light, black branches bent against a dark sky that was beginning to spit frigid rain. “This wouldn’t be a tale spun to frighten travelers, would it?” I asked. “For I’ve heard them all in my time.” “I swear it’s the plain truth,” Smith said. “And it’s a bad night for traveling, but I’ll understand if you’d rather be on your way.” He paused a moment and then added, “It might be for the best. You heard what the bell told.” “I’m willing to take the chance,” I said. “I’ve heard more frightening stories than this.” “It’s no more than the truth,” the man said, but with resignation, as if he were used to skepticism from strangers. He hung up the lantern, and turned abruptly to go. “Your horse is shod and I’ve got your coins for the night’s lodging, so I expect we’re square, and there’s no more that needs to be said.” He tramped out, leaving me to ascend the ladder in no mood to settle down easily to sleep. I shivered for a while under the thin horse blanket spread over an equally thin pallet, and then realized that the forge and the kitchen of the house shared a common chimney that went up the opposite wall. I made my way over to it, hoping to warm my hands at least, and I heard the mutter of voices through the wall. After a bare moment’s hesitation, I pressed my ear unashamed to the stones, having long profited from such caution. “Give me the hatchet,” I heard Mistress Smith say, and was abruptly glad I hadn’t balked at eavesdropping. “You don’t need the hatchet,” Mister Smith said. “I mean to leave it in the good Lord’s hands.” “You mean you don’t mean to lift a hand yourself to save your life, when it’s you or that stranger who’ll die tonight. Well, you needn’t get your hands dirty if you scruple to it. Just you give me the hatchet, and tell anyone who asks that you slept sound.” “And what do you mean to say, when the town watch comes knocking?” “Old Bill? I’ll tell him that I woke at a noise in the courtyard, and came out to see men running away. He’ll set up a hue and cry that will take the rest of the night. You’ll see.” There was a feverish certainty to her voice. “All you need do is leave it all to me.” “I won’t have it, I tell you.” “I don’t care what you will and won’t have. You’re not much of a man, it seems, but you’re my man, and I don’t mean to wager your life on the toss of a coin. Give me the hatchet, and don’t you set foot outside until I come back.” I had only a few moments to escape. I had a knife, which I took up now, and the cover of darkness on my side. For all that, my heart was pounding in my chest; I’ve never been a brawler, nor been much in the habit of fighting with women. I made for the ladder, but before I reached it I heard the sound of footsteps below. “Do you lie comfortably?” Mistress Smith’s voice rose up. I thought of feigning snores, but lacked confidence in my own dramatic skills. “Quite comfortably,” I called back down. “I’ve everything a man could want.” “I thought I’d bring you a hot drink,” she said. “A bit of a toddy to take the chill from the air. Do come down and drink it before it gets cold.” “It’s very kind,” I said, putting my back to the loft wall and hoping that a swung hatchet wouldn’t go through it. “But I never touch the demon drink, not since I got religion.” “A sailor who’s an abstainer?” she said. “I never heard of such.” “It’s true all the same,” I said. “It pleases my girl, you understand.” “I’ve a blanket for you at least,” she said. “And you can come in with me and fetch a cup of hot milk.” “Thank you kindly, but I’ll lodge where I am.” I held my breath, and heard the ladder creak as she put her foot on it. It creaked twice more, and then her head and shoulders appeared framed in the doorway and light glinted off the hatchet blade. I kicked her square in the bosom, though I’m not proud to say it, and knocked her and the ladder both down from the loft. I swung down after her, seeing her sprawled in the straw, unhurt but struggling to rise, and went for the hatchet. She grasped it as well, her hands clawing at mine, raking them with her fingernails. “Will you give over!” I tried to shoulder her away. “You’re wrong in what you think. I’m no man of twenty-six.” “You claim now you were lying?” Her face was close enough to mine as we struggled that I could smell her breath. “There’s a strange habit, for a man to tell lies about his age to everyone he meets.” Her grip on the hatchet loosened as she spoke, and I tightened my own. “So it would be,” I said. “But I’m no man, and that was the lie I told. That and the bit about the drink, which I admit is a besetting vice. I put on breeches to go to sea, but I’m a woman all the same underneath them, and never more glad of it than today.” I forebore to add that my girl was glad of it too, as I felt under the circumstances it would be taken as cheek. She laughed in my face. “That’s a nasty lie to save your skin.” “I’ll prove it if you like,” I said. “If you’ll give over your attempt to chop me up for firewood long enough.” At that moment, her husband came in, and I shoved her toward him, hoping that he’d catch the hatchet out of her hands. He plucked it away from her with his left hand and tossed it aside, but as he let her go I saw that he had a cleaver in his right hand. I saw the bulging of his shoulders and thought I must know what a chicken felt like at butchering time. “It came on me that it was wrong to leave the missus to do what must be done,” he said. “I’ll swear any oath you like, my mother named me Kate,” I said, and reached for the top button of my shirt. “A wicked wench who’ll dress up as a man can’t complain if she’s buried as one,” the woman said, and I saw a look pass between her and her husband that made my heart sink. “What the parson doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” “I’m sorry to have to do it,” Mister Smith told me, but he was lifting the cleaver, and I turned tail and ran. I heard the clamor of dogs barking behind me, and rethought in a hurry my initial plan to make for the road out of town. I looked about for a tree to climb, and saw none. There was a stone wall at the end of the lane, though, and I went pelting toward it with what sounded like a whole Bedlam of dogs baying at my heels. They leapt snarling as I scrambled up the wall, but any sailor, lad or lass, can climb like a monkey, and I reached the top of the wall and dropped down on the other side. I was in a little churchyard, but before I could slip away over the wall on the other side, the parson came out to see what was the matter with the dogs, who were still howling in a perfect fury. Though he wore spectacles balanced on his narrow nose, he also had a heavy stick in his hand and looked as if he were willing to use it. “The blacksmith set his dogs on me,” I blurted out. “I swear to you I’m no thief.” The parson didn’t loosen his grip on the stick. “I don’t believe Mister Smith is in the habit of setting his dogs on innocent strangers.” “It’s on account of the bell, the passing bell,” I said, and couldn’t help looking up at the tower that threw its shadow over us both. The bell tower was just a rickety little thing by the measure of city churches, but the pool of gloom it cast over the churchyard seemed heavy and dark. “His wife put him up to it, for she thinks it’s either him or me who’ll die tonight.” The parson came forward a little, then, and looked me up and down through his spectacles. “I never knew the blacksmith’s age,” he said, as if speaking as much to himself as to me. “I try not to know, you see. But in a town so small, it’s hard not to be aware . . .” He shook his head, and there was something closed in his expression. “I think I had better see you out the gate,” he said. “The dogs are still out there,” I pointed out. “That’s really not my concern.” “And you a parson.” “I can’t stop what’s to come,” he said. “You must understand that, you must see. I’ve tried, sometimes, when I knew. There was a girl, a child of thirteen . . . I sat up with her all night, in the church, and we prayed together. She wept, and I told her to have faith, that the Lord would protect her. And an hour before morning her fear overcame her, and she rose to flee. I caught hold of her, I demanded she stay, I promised she would be safe. I struggled with her. And she fell, and her head struck the altar steps. And God was silent.” He reached out and caught hold of my collar to march me toward the gates. My hand rested on my knife, and then I took it away again, not sure if I could bring myself to stab a man of the cloth, even to make my escape. “I don’t see why you can’t just resolve not to ring the bell anymore,” I said. “If you don’t ring it in the morning . . .” “I did not ring it that night,” he said, still marching me along, as if by thrusting me out the gates he could banish the memory. “I sat on the altar steps in misery, and at the first light, I heard the bell tolling. It was little Johnnie Boots, the choirboy, who had taken it into his head to ring the bell for me as a kindness, since, as he said, I must have been taken ill.” He paused before the high wooden gate, and outside I heard an eager chorus of barks, and then the even more ominous growling of dogs who see their aim in sight. “There are some who have called for us to take down the bell,” he said. I silently cheered on “some,” whoever they might be. “But it is the Lord who put this curse on us, and when he judges us free of sin, he will take it away again. When we have been made clean.” His knuckles were white on his stick, and his eyes were on the horizon, as if he saw some horror there I couldn’t see. “I have prayed, but of course my sinner’s prayers have not been answered,” he said. “Pray now, and perhaps yours will be heard as mine have not been.” I put my hands together, although I had done precious little praying of any kind since I’d taken up my present life. It sat badly with me to beg for my life anyway, like a craven captain pleading for quarter on his knees. Dear Lord, I’ve been a wicked woman but a good seaman, I said silently. You’ve winked at my deceit, and let me live when better men have died. If you care for wicked women, as I’ve heard you did in life, show me one more trick to save my skin. The parson was reaching for the gate, and I blurted out, “A moment more!” “You’ve had time for your prayers.” “A moment to wish my girl goodbye,” I said, and drew out the locket I carried. It was a little tin thing with a half-penny sketch inside, but the boy who drew it had caught Minnie’s laughing eyes, and it was worth a fortune in gold to me. She’d scolded me for going back to the sea, though it was my wages that kept her all the time I was away, and told me at some length that if I drowned she wouldn’t have a single prayer said for my worthless wayward soul. “You’ve had that as well,” the parson said, and reached for the latch on the gate. I reached again for my knife, wondering if I could stick him without hurting him too much, and what the townsmen would do to me if they caught me after that. Being hanged for stabbing a parson seemed even worse than being hacked apart for nothing. And then I had it, all at once, like a breath of wind snapping open a slack sail. “One thing more!” I demanded. “I had a traveling companion on the road, another sailor who took ill and died by the wayside. I buried him as best I could, but I’d be easier in my mind if the passing bell were rung for him. His name was Tom, and I know his age as well, for he told me at the end he was born twenty-six years ago to the day.” The parson stood staring at me for a long moment. “Do you expect me for one moment to believe such a story?” “Is it any of your business to doubt it?” I asked, and reached into my coat to draw out my purse. “If I had come to you a week ago, would you have questioned whether there was a man named Tom or a roadside grave?” “I would not,” he admitted. I held out my purse to him, and while I’d like to believe he took it in pure gratitude for the escape I offered him, I can’t say that its weight didn’t figure in his decision as well. “Then go on and ring the passing bell for poor old Tom,” I said. “For I think I have worn out my welcome in this town, or at least it has worn out its welcome with me, and I am eager to be on the road again.” I followed him to the foot of the tower stairs, and watched him ascend. I waited until the sound of his steps told me he had gone a full turn of the stairs, and then started up after him, keeping my own steps quiet. Even after everything that had happened, I was not entirely prepared for what I saw when I mounted to the bell-tower; the parson was heaving on the bell-rope, his back to me, and the bell was heaving as well, the clapper slamming into its sides hard enough that I could see its tremor, but no sound came from the bell, no sound at all. The only sound was the wind, keening through the wide openings on all sides of the tower like a crying dog. I waited, breath held, until the bell made its final swing and the parson released the bellrope. I scrambled around him, evading his surprised attempt to catch me back, and clambered up onto the beams that held the bell in place. The bell was an old one, and held only by thick ropes, not by a heavy chain; it was the work of a moment to hack the stiff ropes in two. There was a clamor like brazen hounds baying in hell as the bell came crashing down. It tumbled out the open side of the bell tower, clattering for a moment on its edge and then plunging toward the earth. “They do say the Lord helps those as help themselves,” I said, jumping down. The parson crossed himself and backed away from me. “There’s some devil in you, and I’m not sure whether to try to cast it out or thank you for what you’ve done,” he said. “Call it payment for all the hospitality I’ve had in this town,” I said. “But now I must be away.” I took off down the stairs at a run, and plunged out into the open air. I stopped short when I saw the bell lying fallen on the churchyard stones. It was cracked and split, crumpled like the body of Mister Smith, who lay fallen beneath it, with his dogs circling round him, cringing now and whimpering. The parson came out after me, and made the sign of the cross over the dead blacksmith in silence. “He was a good man,” he said after a while. “I expect he was,” I said. “You mustn’t blame yourself.” “Nor will I,” I said, for it seemed the blacksmith had been doomed from the time the bell first sounded, and at least now the bell had rung its last. “But can I have my purse back, then? I expect I can find a man to ring the passing bell for my old mate Tom somewhere considerably nearer home.” The parson gave me a look as he handed it over that I suppose I well deserved, but what can I say? I’ve never claimed to be a good man, but I am Minnie’s best girl, and she’d been waiting patiently for me to bring her home my pay, and to come back to her safely from the sea. END “The Passing Bell” was originally published in Temporally Out of Order and is copyright Amy Griswold, 2015. 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June 26, 2017 - This week, our time machine visits New York City's oldest bar, McSorley's Old Ale House. Our theme song, "New York Ain't New York Anymore," laments the loss of places where "the sawdust is gone from the floor." Well in this East Village landmark, where the clock has literally stopped, and that means still spreading the sawdust every morning -- and that they refused to admit women until a federal court forced them to in 1970 (or build them their own bathroom until 1986). Founded in 1854 by John McSorley and carried on by his son Bill, this saloon serves only two kinds of ale -- light or dark -- and always by the pair. Our guest this week, author Rafe Bartholomew, grew up in the bar like Old Bill before him. Rafe's father is Geoffrey "Bart" Bartholomew, who has spent half a century behind the taps and had thousands of New York Moments, from serving the New York Rangers ale out of the Stanley Cup in 1994, to bringing U2's Bono down to earth with a curt, "Boner who?" Rafe's book is titled: Two and Two: McSorley’s, My Dad, and Me, and it's as an heir to Joseph Mitchell's famous 1940 piece in the New Yorker: "The Old House at Home." Rafe is also the author of Pacific Rims: Beermen Ballin' in Flip-Flops and the Philippines' Unlikely Love Affair with Basketball, and was one of the original editors of Grantland. Find Rafe at Rafeboogs on Twitter or RafeBartholomew.com, and check out Bart's works of saloon-inspired verse in The McSorley Poems: Voices from New York City's Oldest Pub, as well as Volume 2: Light or Dark, at TheMcSorleyPoems.net.
Which way over the EU; A great online course coming soon; Tommy Edison; Who moved Crimea?; Advice from Old Bill; What should I say to the media?; Social media advice from films; An interview with Martin Laschkolnig; Music from The 1957 Tail-Fin Fiasco.
Cette semaine, nous avons de la nouveauté de l'américain Parker Millsap et de la musique de Mentana, Pharis and Jason Romero, Kelley McRae, Lindsay Lou & The Flatbellys, Tire le coyote et plusieurs autres! Parker Millsap - The Very Last Day Mentana - Gamblin' Man Pharis and Jason Romero - Ballad of Old Bill Old Man Luedecke - Sleeping In Crooked Brothers - Kennedy Jon And Roy - Come Again Tire le coyote - La complainte du cowboy Tom Brousseau - Landlord Jackie Kelley McRae - The Wayside Bolduc Tout Croche - Mon Vieux Village Michael Jerome Browne - When Your Way Gets Dark Lindsay Lou & The Flatbellys - Ionia Shovels & Rope - After the Storm
In this video Jessica considers the portrayal of the ‘ordinary’ or ‘citizen’ hero, starting with Bruce Bairnsfather’s famous ‘Old Bill’ cartoon character. The ‘citizen hero’ was an everyman figure, showing qualities of endurance, comradeship, and black humour. But there were differences in the ways that this ‘citizen hero’ was understood in British, French and German society after the war. This can be seen by the way that World War 1 deaths were commemorated in war memorials. Whereas both Britain and France built memorials to the ‘Unknown Warrior’, there was no equivalent in Germany. Yet war memorials also hark back to the past, evoking traditional symbols of grief and mourning, which may have brought comfort to the thousands who attended commemoration ceremonies in the 1920s.
Hints and tips for media appearances, speaking and social media. This week; Railway Children; Liam Fox; Steps; Warren Gatland; Blackberry; Advice from Old Bill; Can I check it before you print it?; Become a Twitter Chatmeister; An Interview with Andy Lopata; Music from Simon Kirke.
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