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We chat with former Sturt and Melbourne player John 'Diamond Jim' Tilbrook. John played in 5 successive premiership teams with Sturt in the SANFL from 1966 to 1970. For the 1971 season he made the move to Melbourne which was a big headline at the time. We chat with John about his career and how he made it to the VFL after huge success in South Australia.

Episode 130: Grab the Ultimate Ad Script right HERE - https://join.digitaltrailblazer.com/ultimate-ad-scriptIn this episode, Shelley Tilbrook teaches us her 7 part formula for constructing a powerful, persuasive sales pitch for you offer so you can land more paying customers and clients with fewer objections.About Shelley Tilbrook: Shelley Tilbrook is the visionary founder of Fruitful Group, established in 2009, bringing over 20 years of marketing expertise across a broad spectrum of industries, including sports, FMCG, events, entertainment, tourism, professional services, and luxury goods.Driven by a passion for technology, storytelling, and creating positive change, Shelley has built a reputation for delivering impactful strategies, cultivating engaged communities, and achieving sustainable results for her clients.As the host of the Fruitful Entrepreneurs Podcast, Shelley shines a spotlight on women in leadership, celebrating female founders who are driving meaningful change. Her unwavering commitment to uplifting women aligns with her mission to inspire, support, and empower the next generation of purpose-driven entrepreneurs.Download Shelley's “5X Growth Guide” here: https://www.fruitfulgroup.online/request-5x-growth-guideConnect with Shelley: https://www.fruitfulgroup.online/ https://www.instagram.com/fruitful.entrepreneurs/ https://www.facebook.com/groups/fruitfulentrepreneursGrab the Ultimate Ad Script right HERE - https://join.digitaltrailblazer.com/ultimate-ad-script✅ Connect With Us:Website - https://DigitalTrailblazer.comFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/digitaltrailblazerTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@digitaltrailblazerTwitter: https://twitter.com/DgtlTrailblazerInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/DigitalTrailblazer

This week's Suburban Underground show is about songs that look to a positive outcome and songs that expect the worst.  You'll hear the artists Midget, AC/DC, Pugwash, Difford & Tilbrook, Gang Of Four, The Accidentals, Soul Asylum, The Dons, Paramore, Caddy, Faith No More, Radiohead, The Scruffs, The Hold Steady, The Red Button. AI-free since 2016! On the Air on Bedford 105.1 FM Radio      *** 5pm Friday ***      *** 10am Sunday ***      *** 8pm Monday *** Stream live at http://209.95.50.189:8178/stream Stream on-demand most recent episodes at https://wbnh1051.podbean.com/category/suburban-underground/ And available on demand on your favorite podcast app! Facebook: SuburbanUndergroundRadio   ***    Instagram: SuburbanUnderground   ***    #newwave #altrock #alternativerock #punkrock #indierock

Tony chats with Peter Tilbrook, Founder and CEO at Loro Insurtech, the world's first free insurtech!

GUEST 1 OVERVIEW: Robin Tilbrook is the Leader & Chairman of the English Democrats and Chairman of the Workers of England Union. He is an English Solicitor and runs his own law firm The English Democrats launched in 2002 and are the only campaigning English nationalist Party and campaigns for a referendum for Independence for England; for St George's Day to be England's National holiday; for Jerusalem to be England's National Anthem; to leave properly and fully the EU; for an end to mass immigration; for the Cross of St George to be flown on all public buildings in England; and his party supported a YES vote for Scottish Independence. https://www.englishdemocrats.party/ Blog: http://robintilbrook.blogspot.co.uk/ GUEST 2 OVERVIEW: Parallel Mike is an investor and organic farmer who promotes decentralized living as a solution to state tyranny. He is also a content creator and host of the Parallel Systems Broadcast. https://parallelmike.com/ X/Twitter: parallel_mike

Upon lighting the inaugural candle at Arcade 160 Studios new location in Atlanta GA, I, Jim Bois, and the eclectic Jimmy embarked on a rock 'n' roll pilgrimage back to the grunge-laden era of the '90s. Together, we savor the sonic boom of Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit," which tore through the fabric of the music scene, and pay homage to the tragically woven tapestry that is Kurt Cobain's legacy. We unwrap the rawness of "Bleach," and the decade changing songs of "Nevermind," reveling in the tracks that continue to resonate through the corridors of rock history. We look back at Hole and their album "Live Through This," released the week after Hole's frontwoman, Courtney Love's husband, Kurt, took his life. From the opening chords of "Violet" to "Doll Parts," and "Softer, Softest", it's a really good album that doesn't get the credit it deserves.The spotlight refuses to dim as it dances over the corners of our music library where The Hoodoo Gurus' "Stone Age Romeos" stands proud at its 40th anniversary, and the timeless jangles of The Beatles' guitars on their second album still beguile listeners. McCartney's unrestrained vocals on "Long Tall Sally" and the cowbell charm of "You Can't Do That" are just appetizers in our feast of musical milestones. We then shift gears to honor the craft of Difford and Tilbrook of Squeeze as we approach their golden jubilee. Whether it's the quirky allure of "Cool for Cats", The Psychedelic Furs evolving with "Mirror Moves", or the punk revolution signaled by The Offspring's "Smash," this episode is a testament to the enduring power of anthems that have become the soundtracks of our lives. Join us for a harmonious blend of reflection and revelation in a celebration that transcends generations.

On today's show, Robin will discuss the legal backlash and wins for those forced to take COVID shot or lose their jobs. Also latest on the Lucy Letby appeal. GUEST OVERVIEW: 'Robin Tilbrook is the Leader & Chairman of the English Democrats and Chairman of the Workers of England Union'. He is an English Solicitor and runs his own law firm 'Tilbrook's Solicitors. The English Democrats launched in 2002 and are the only campaigning English nationalist Party and campaigns for a referendum for Independence for England; for St George's Day to be England's National holiday; for Jerusalem to be England's National Anthem; to leave properly and fully the EU; for an end to mass immigration; for the Cross of St George to be flown on all public buildings in England; and his party supported a YES vote for Scottish Independence. https://www.englishdemocrats.party/ Blog: http://robintilbrook.blogspot.co.uk/

Join hosts Smokin' Joe Coverdale and Bridget Thakrar as they interview some of Australia's best Muay Thai fighters, trainers and promotors.You can find us on Instagram here:The Female Fight ExperienceSmokin' JoeBridget Thakrar

In this episode we have the talented Leigh Tilbrook, Leigh has been in the industry for 19 years and has recently shifted into the realm of fine line tattooing. Does fine line tattooing stand the test of time? lets find out.

On today's show, Natalie, who first appeared on The Freeman Report in April 2023 after launching a food cooperative to serve quality food directly from farms to her local area, discusses the challenges she has had to overcome to grow. GUEST 1 OVERVIEW: Robin Tilbrook is the Leader & Chairman of the English Democrats and Chairman of the Workers of England Union. He is an English Solicitor and runs his own law firm The English Democrats launched in 2002 and are the only campaigning English nationalist Party and campaigns for a referendum for Independence for England; for St George's Day to be England's National holiday; for Jerusalem to be England's National Anthem; to leave properly and fully the EU; for an end to mass immigration; for the Cross of St George to be flown on all public buildings in England; and his party supported a YES vote for Scottish Independence. https://www.englishdemocrats.party/ Blog: http://robintilbrook.blogspot.co.uk/ GUEST 2 OVERVIEW: Natalie Bradbury is the Founder of Food for Thought, a local hub for supplying organic food to people who want to reduce the amount of goods they purchase from supermarkets. 

The UK Medical Freedom Alliance are very pleased to welcome Robin Tilbrook of Tilbrook Solicitors, the firm chosen to help launch a judicial review into the UK Government's process for engaging with the World Health Organisation.Robin is also Chairman of the Workers of England Union and he details how they have helped employees fight medical intervention mandates where Labour controlled unions have declined to assist.The Workers of England Union prides itself in it's completely independent approach to the advice given to members and their Occupational Health adviser can offer advice and guidance on the occupational reports your company assessor provides, and in some cases attend those meetings with you. Their Health and Safety Consultant can offer advice and guidance on Health and Safety issues which concern you in your workplace and the have 3 Counsellors who can provide one to one counselling on Health related matters.Tilbrook's Solicitors are able to provide members with the reassurance, expertise and professional advice during their employment.The Workers of England Union have also recently succeeded in having the terms "Homeopathy" and "Bodily Autonomy" accepted as protected characteristics into the Equality Act.You can find Robin here: https://www.tilbrooks-solicitors.co.uk/You can the Workers of England Union here: https://www.workersofengland.co.uk/UKMFA:CALL TO ACTION: Please follow us and subscribe on our YouTube and Rumble channels and please share our content on social media and with friends and family, to help us get the message out and increase our reach.All our podcasts can also be found on the major audio platforms e.g. Apple and SpotifyPlease visit the UK Medical Freedom Alliance at www.ukmedfreedom.org to access all our material and resources. We are grateful for all donations (one off or regular donations through Buy Me a Coffee or Stripe on our website) to help us to continue and grow our work; lobbying decision makers; educating and empowering the public; running campaigns and producing our podcasts.

Peter Tilbrook is Founder & CEO of Loro, a web-based toolset that provides digital product distribution. Loro acts as a policy administration system for MGAs, Insurers and Brokers, or a complimentary system to existing processes to supercharge digital distribution.  Loro addresses two key points, unlimited distribution, either through brokers or direct to consumers, without any sacrifice to underwriting control. The company is headquartered in the USA with a solution for clients on four continents and team members in five countries. The service is product agnostic, perfect for specialty commercial lines, or consumer products. Peter talks about having been both on the underwriting and broking side of insurance, software felt too limited, too slow and too expensive. His team built Loro as “the product we all wished we had” in the insurance industry, to allow distribution of all products through one intermediary or many, reaching customers directly, or immediately selling on any website. This power of distribution is what helps our customers bind the new business they are looking to reach, today, without risk or substantial investment. He also describes what "no code" truly means to insurance teams in terms of having full control over their business process. Peter describes himself as a “true insurance nerd/ professional,” having worked as a Broker for Marsh and Willis, as well as, leading an Underwriting team in Tokio Marine HCC.  Follow the Insurtech Leadership Podcast airing weekly hosted by Joshua R. Hollander. We give you up-close access and personal insights from the leaders of the fastest-growing #insurtechs and most innovative #insurance carriers and brokers.

On today's show, Robin Tilbrook discusses Guyanese President Irfaan Ali's demand for reparations over slavery from British descendants of slaveholders. He delves into the South American leaders call for compensation from the relatives of slave owners to benefit today's generations. Robin also covers the recent arrival of the Gladstone family in Guyana to offer apologies in this context, as reported on August 25th, 2023, by Sky News. Shifting the conversation, Robin explores Rishi Sunak's stance on the Lucy Letby baby murders investigation. He highlights Rishi Sunak's proposal for a judge-led and statutory inquiry into the case involving former nurse Lucy Letby, who was found guilty of multiple baby murders and attempted murders at an NHS hospital. This approach, as Robin explains, is aimed at obtaining answers for the affected families by compelling witnesses to provide evidence. The potential implications and significance of this inquiry are discussed in detail. GUEST 1 OVERVIEW: Stephen Morris is General Secretary of Workers of England Union Topics: The current struggles that workers have with a union that helps them against the onslaught of tyrannical the woke trans agenda and mask/Covid 19 vaccine lunacy! GUEST 2 OVERVIEW: Robin Tilbrook is the Leader & Chairman of the English Democrats and Chairman of the Workers of England Union. He is an English Solicitor and runs his own law firm. The English Democrats, launched in 2002, are the only campaigning English nationalist Party and campaigning for a referendum for Independence for England; for St George's Day to be England's National holiday; for Jerusalem to be England's National Anthem; to leave properly and fully the EU; for an end to mass immigration; for the Cross of St George to be flown on all public buildings in England; and supporters for a YES vote for Scottish Independence. https://www.englishdemocrats.party/ Blog: http://robintilbrook.blogspot.co.uk/  

This week, Steve picked a set of Sunday songs and a set of Monday songs.  You will hear such artists as Glass Torpedoes, Silver Sun, Crocodile Tears, The Damned, Kaiser Chiefs, Bloc Party, Rialto, Ocean Colour Scene, The Regrettes, The Saints, Crowded House, Difford & Tilbrook, Starcrawler, The Japanese Popstars with Robert Smith, Richard Cheese & Lounge Against The Machine. On the Air on Bedford 105.1 FM Radio      *** 5pm Friday ***      *** 10am Sunday ***      *** 8pm Monday *** Stream live at http://209.95.50.189:8178/stream Stream on-demand most recent episodes at https://wbnh1051.podbean.com/category/suburban-underground/ And available on demand on your favorite podcast app! Twitter: @SUBedford1051  ***    Facebook: SuburbanUndergroundRadio   ***    Instagram: SuburbanUnderground   ***    #newwave #altrock #alternativerock #punkrock #indierock

PREVIOUSLY ON SAGA OF THE JEWELS:Seventeen year old RYN's hometown is attacked by General VORR of the Empire and everyone he has ever known is killed. Just before he dies, Ryn's father gives him a ruby, which causes him to project fire. Ryn is captured by the Empire and meets another captive, Princess NUTHEA, who has the ability to project lightning. Nuthea explains to him that the Empire have learned of the existence of twelve Primeval Jewels which grant the ability to manipulate different elements, and are searching for them. The Imperial vessel where they are being held is in turn attacked by a pirate airship, and the pirates capture Ryn and Nuthea. The lead pirate, Captain SAGAR, agrees to escort Nuthea back to her homeland, and to spare Ryn's life, in exchange for the promise of gold, gemstones and beautiful women upon her safe delivery. They land in the port city of Ast and recruit an engineer called ELRANN. Ast is then attacked by the Empire, who are using the Fire Ruby to invade the continent and search for more of the Jewels. Ryn, Nuthea, Sagar and Elrann flee the city together, but are then attacked by a bounty hunter, VISH. They manage to subdue the bounty hunter but Nuthea is gravely wounded in the process. Ryn beats Sagar to the hunter's mount and rushes Nuthea to the nearest town where he finds a healer, CID, a mysterious old man who saves the princess's life with his arts and asks to join the traveling party, saying that he believes it is the purpose of ‘the One', the god that he and Nuthea each worship. On leaving the town the party is pursued by an enormous dog-like monster driven by a troop of Imperial soldiers. The party manage to escape with the help of Vish, who fights on their side in exchange for Cid supplying his poppy-seed habit. Cid reveals that he was once a member of another adventuring party who set out to find the twelve Primeval Jewels, but failed. The party press on the capital city of Sirra, where they ambush some Imperial soldiers and steal their uniforms in order to sneak onto a sleeper train bound for Nuthea's homeland. They make it aboard successfully, then go to sleep for the night…“Wake up, men! Out of your bunks! Sun's up! We'll make Manolia in two hours!”          Ryn opened his eyes to the grubby underside of the bunk above him which he saw through the visor of the helmet he was wearing. It took him a few moments to remember that he was posing as an Imperial soldier on a train bound for Manolia. In the instant after he registered all this, he realised he had slept without having a nightmare for the first time in many days.          “Come on, up you get, maggots!” yelled the man outside again, outside their own compartment door now, banging on it so that it rattled noisily.Hold on a moment, thought Ryn. I recognise that voice. Deep. Commanding. Superior.Ryn got up and opened the door.The General stood in his black armour, his flame-red hair on display, his gauntleted hand still suspended in the air from knocking on their door.He hadn't needed to have a nightmare in his sleep. His nightmare had come to his waking day.Ryn just stood staring at him for a moment in surprise. Vorr raised an eyebrow in brazen nonchalance. “Good to see you up already, soldier.” A pause. “What is it? What do you want?”Hot fury filled Ryn's lungs. “To see you dead!” he shouted, and punched the general in the face.Vorr staggered back and crashed into the wall behind him, clutching his nose. He was so big the whole carriage shook.At the same moment Ryn became aware of what he had done, he also became aware that he didn't care. He had acted purely on impulse, and blown their cover. But it didn't matter. This was the reason he was on this journey. To find this man. To kill this man. No matter what Nuthea says about forgiveness...Vorr was upright again, his hand away from his face. He had the beginnings of a bruise coming through under his eye, but no burn marks. Ryn's hand had lit on fire when he had punched the general, but that hadn't done anything. That's right. He's immune to fire.The general stared at him, apoplectic. “Dissenter! Treachery!”Ryn drew his sword and leapt at Vorr, swinging it wildly at his head.Vorr got his arm up and the sword smashed into the black metal plate of the man's armour, sending painful reverberations down Ryn's arms.Undeterred, Ryn drew back and threw strike after strike at the general, trying to catch him in the head.But the huge man was also fast. Again and again, he got his arms up in the way of Ryn's blows and they deflected uselessly off the black carapace, only making loud clangs and lighting a few sparks off them. And then Vorr caught Ryn's hand.Ryn yelped as pain lanced through his arm. The general twisted it down and around into an odd position. His sword clattered on the ground.Ryn tried to light another fireball in his left hand, but the pain in his right arm was so great he couldn't focus properly to do it. He just ended up banging his left arm uselessly into Vorr's side. The general didn't even seem to notice.“What are you doing, soldier?” Vorr snarled in Ryn's face, so close now that Ryn could see the blood-red of his irises. “Are you a dissenter, or just a really terrible assassin?”There were shouts coming from the compartment behind Ryn but he couldn't make them out. Footsteps all around too--other soldiers flocking to the general's side.Ryn shut his eyes as Vorr shoved the fingers of his free hand into his visor-slit and yanked upwards. The helmet came off Ryn's head.Ryn opened his eyes and stared hatred at Vorr's horrible round face.“You again!” said Vorr. “The mongrel from Efstan, who turned up in Ast too! You are becoming very irritating. How did you infiltrate this train? Are there others with you?”          Hatred prickled in Ryn's lungs. The only thing he was afraid of was that he would die now without first being able to take revenge on this man who had killed his parents.Instead of answering, he spat in Vorr's face.          Vorr saw it coming, and merely tilted his head to one side so that the globule of saliva went over his shoulder.“You miserable little piece of poodoo,” said Vorr.Ryn's stomach flared with pain and the air rushed out of him. He fell backwards onto the floor as Vorr let go of him and curled up at once. Vorr had punched him hard in the gut. It hurt like all the hells, even through his armour. The general was so strong...Vorr stood over him and his voice boomed out. “Everyone in this carriage, remove your helmets!”From his place on the floor Ryn could only see Vorr's black steel-capped boots, but he grimaced and scrunched his eyes up in expectation all the same. What have I done? I've given my friends away, and I didn't even kill Vorr in the process...“Come on!” Vorr bellowed into the compartment. “Do it! All of you!”This is it…Ryn was expecting a noise of surprise or rage from the general, but none came.“Good,” said Vorr.What?Ryn dared to open his eyes and twist around a bit. Cid and Elrann had taken off their helmets. So had the two soldiers who had shared their compartment the night before. But Nuthea, Sagar and Vish were nowhere to be seen.“If there are more of them and they are intelligent,” said Vorr, “they will have spread themselves throughout the train to avoid detection. I don't know why this one gave himself away. I can't imagine he really thought he could harm me. I am beginning to think he must be soft in the head.”A tremendous pain bloomed in Ryn's back and he skidded across the compartment wall, crashing into the far wall. This time Vorr had kicked him across the room. He moaned and lay prone, spasms of pain shooting up and down his spine.“General, sir?” said one of the soldiers quiveringly. Tilbrook, from last night.“What?” Vorr growled.“There were two more soldiers in the compartment with us last night...and they...they never took off their helmets either…”“WHAT? Why didn't you challenge them?”“I...I don't know, sir… There was a Shadowfinger with them…”“A Shadowfinger? Which one?”“Shadowfinger Vish, general…”Vorr went silent for a moment.After a while he said, “You,” to someone. “I don't recognise you. You're a bit old to be serving with the 66th division, aren't you?”“No sir,” said Cid's voice, remarkably calm. “Name's Tarn. I've seen a good few tours in my time, and I've been transfered to the 66th because I wanted to see some more action in this one before I leave service. Beg your pardon, sir, but I'm not that much older than Valun here--”“Shut up,” said Vorr, “I didn't ask for your life story. Seargent Dirk!” Vorr called.Hurried footsteps. “Yes sir?” A new voice.“There are at least two interlopers aboard this train with bounties on their heads, and Shadowfinger Vish is here too. I don't know what he's up to, but I want them all found. Order all units to remove their helmets. I want these vermin rounded up now.”“Sir yes sir!”“GO!”More hurried footsteps, that faded.“You,” Vorr said to Cid, “with me, now. Bring the mongrel.”          “Yes, sir,” said Cid.          Cid drew his sword and gestured with it for Ryn to follow Vorr. “Walk, scumbag,” he said with convincing animosity, playing his part well. Gods, I hope he is playing a part. All of a sudden Ryn had a flash of doubt as to whether he could really trust Cid or not. Could he really trust any of his traveling companions? But no...Cid had healed him when he had nearly died. Cid had told them an elaborate story about trying to track down the Jewels with other people once before, with too many corroborating details for it be made up. Cid had been training him in swordfighting. Cid was on his side.          Sure enough, as Cid marched him at swordpoint down the length of the train behind Vorr, who bellowed into each compartment they came to for everyone to take their helmets off, at one point he walked a little closer to Ryn and whispered, “Don't worry; you had a momentary lapse in judgment, but we can get out of this. I'm sure the others will be back for us soon.”Will they, or will they just leave me for being so stupid? Sagar won't want to come back for me. Will Nuthea…?“Just try to stay calm, and don't say anything. If the general does you any serious damage, I can heal you later.”          Serious damage? What did he mean by that?Butterflies darted about manically in Ryn's stomach and he began to tremble.They went through a door into another carriage.This one was different, open plan, not separated into compartments, and had red carpet and purple curtains. Inside, a number of the black-armoured soldiers sat on leather cushioned chairs, much more comfortable-looking than the benches in the other carriages. None of these soldiers were wearing their helmets, and they generally looked older--and larger--than the regular soldiers Ryn had encountered. Other officers, Ryn realised. Through the windows on either side of the carriage the landscape of Imfis--was it still Imfis?--streamed by in the brightening morning sunlight, now becoming increasingly hilly and mountainous.“Ten-SHUN!” Vorr yelled to the assembled officers.To a man, they all stopped whatever they were doing, shot up out of their seats and snapped into salutes, barely hiding confused frowns.“At ease,” Vorr said. “Listen closely. I've found a rebel infiltrator on this train.” He inclined his head briefly towards Ryn. “He is jewel-touched, but only by the ruby, so he will not be able to hurt any of you. There was a bounty on his head because he challenged me once before in Imfis, and he was working with a Manolian girl and an Imfisi pirate, both jewel-touched too, by lightning and wind respectively.” More frowns rippled across the officers' faces. “They may be on this train too.” The frowns deepened. “Sergeant Entra!”“Yes sir!” said one of the nearest officers, snapping out another quick salute. This man had a sadistic glint in his eyes and a thick grey mustache.“Take Fell and Buntz and search the train. Command all personnel to remove their helmets and join you in the search. The Manolian is undisguisably female. The Imfisi is blind in one eye, and has an air of moronic indolence. If they are on this train, they will not be able to conceal themselves for very long. If anyone runs, you will know you have found them. Bring me them alive, if you can.”“Yes sir!” Sergeant Entra barked, and hurried off out of the carriage with two other men.“Shadowfinger Elpis!” said Vorr.“Yes sir!”Even amidst his growing terror Ryn's head rocked back with surprise at hearing the voice of a woman. From near the back of the carriage a figure stepped forward who he had not noticed until now, a figure wrapped all in black as Vish was, only shorter than Vish, and unmistakably a woman from her hips and bust. Her face did not give her away as such because she wore a mask, a mask with a grotesque feminine face painted on it--a wide-smiling caricature of a woman with rosy red cheeks and exaggerated eyelashes on a white enamel backdrop.“I have been informed that Shadowfinger Vish is aboard this train as well,” Vorr said to the woman. “What he is doing here, I do not know. Find him and liase with him at once to find out what is going on. I suspect that he may have tracked the interlopers here undercover, only I found them first, but I need to be certain. Go now.”“Yes, General Vorr,” said the woman. She picked up a rolled-up length of chain that had been on the floor next to where she had been sitting and walked out of the carriage the same way the three other officers had. As the Shadowfinger walked past Ryn, the air seemed to grow momentarily colder. A shiver ran up his spine.That left about seven men in the carriage, looking at Vorr like a litter of nervous puppies.“The rest of you, while I interrogate this whelp I want you to go over the Manolian invasion plan again and ensure that you have perfectly memorised every detail.” Ryn gulped. “We will no doubt find any remaining interlopers soon, and the operation will go ahead as planned. Be ready.”“Yes, General Vorr!” the remaining officers chanted as one, giving him yet another flurry of salutes.“Good,” said Vorr. “Get to it.” He signalled to Cid. “You. With me.”Cid gently pushed Ryn after Vorr as the two of them followed him down the rest of the length of the carriage and through yet another door. This carriage was plush and comfortable like the previous one, with the same fancy carpet and curtains, but instead of seats or bunks it contained a series of small beds alongside each wall. There was another exit at the far end of this carriage.As soon as the door had closed behind them Vorr grabbed Ryn by the arm and threw him onto the floor in the middle of the carriage. Ryn stumbled from the force of the throw and went down with a grunt, falling face-down on the carpet. His hand, his head and his back already all ached, but somehow he knew that the worst was yet to come. A cold dread settled in the pit of his stomach as he stared at the red carpet beneath him.“You, soldier, stand guard outside the door,” Vorr said to Cid. “Don't admit anyone unless they have news of the Shadowfinger or any other rebels being discovered.”“Yes sir,” Ryn heard Cid say, before the sound of the door clicking open and shut again.Vorr said nothing for a moment.Chukkachukkachukkachukkachukka.Then Ryn became aware of the sound of Vorr's breathing. It was deep, coming from the general's nostrils, and so loud that he could even hear it over the sound of the traveling train. The breaths were getting louder still, and slightly faster, and now closer, as Vorr stepped nearer and stood over Ryn.“I'm going to ask you again,” Vorr said slowly and deliberately, like he was holding back strong emotion. “Are you alone, or are your companions from Ast with you?”What do I tell him? Ryn thought as he stared into the red carpet. I don't even know where they are now. They might have run away. But should I admit that they were on the train at all? He as good as knows that already... But no...if there's a chance they can get away I shouldn't confirm that for him. Mother. Father. Hometown. Nuthea. I found Vorr. I tried to kill Vorr. I failed. Damn him.Ryn flipped himself round and sat up. He looked up at the huge, looming figure of Vorr, this man who had killed his parents and destroyed his hometown, the man whom he hated so much. The general was still breathing heavily, but his massive jaw was set in a tight line in his stupid round face underneath his bright red hair. There was something burning in his eyes--anger, maybe, or hatred, or...lust of some kind? Ryn wavered for a moment.But then he said “I have no idea what you're talking about,” with a defiant smile.“ARGH--!” Ryn lost a brief moment of consciousness. Then he became aware that he was now lying a couple of paces away on his back. The shout he had just heard caught up to him, and at first he thought it had been his own, but then he realised it had been a shout of fury from Vorr.Then the pain set in. He had been numb with shock for a moment, but now a terrible pain screamed from his mouth and nose. He instinctively felt for his front teeth with his tongue. A couple were missing, and others were broken.Vorr must have kicked him in the face so hard that he had blacked out for a moment...the pain was so bad he could barely think over it…Vorr was crouching over him. “Did you come alone or with others?” he said calmly and deliberately again. “How did you get on board this train? Tell me now or I will break your fingers one by one.”Ryn could barely hear his own terrified thoughts through the agony of his mouth and nose. I should just give in… Tell him…When he hesitated, Ryn felt Vorr pull off one of his Imperial gloves and take hold of one of his fingers.“No, please!” Ryn just had time to squeal.A snapping sound.An ecstasy of white-hot pain flooded Ryn's being, flowing up from his finger and joining with the wells of pain already leaking from his mouth, nose, and back. He heard himself screaming somewhere, but he heard it as something happening to someone far away, on the other side of the pain.The initial flash of pain receded just a little, quietening ever so slightly, and Ryn heard himself pleading with Vorr in a manic squeal.“Alright, alright, I'll tell you! Please don't break any more of my fingers! I know as much as you! My two friends were with me in the carriage, but they got away when I attacked you! I don't know where though! I don't know where they've gone!”“Good,” said Vorr. “That is more like it. I may consider stopping torturing you now. If you keep talking.”Oh thank the gods, Ryn managed to think in the sea of pain. Thank Imkala. Thank Edres. Thank Yntrik. Thank all the gods. Thank the One!“On the other hand, I'm rather enjoying myself, and we've started now, so why not carry on?”Snap.The whole world was pain. Ryn screamed again, and kept on screaming.   “Tell me more,” said Vorr's voice somewhere in the pain. “That's not enough. How did you join up with the jewel-touched pirate? Are there any more of you? Where would the wench and the pirate have gone? Tell me! Tell me now!”Snap.Pain, pain, so much pain. Pain like a tidal wave crashing over him; almost enough pain to make him pass out.Just tell him, just speak, say something, maybe he will stop breaking your fingers!“We just found him!” Ryn squeaked when the first wave had passed over him. “We landed on his ship when we fell out of yours! Nuthea says it was the One, but it could have just been pure luck! And I don't know where they've gone! I wasn't meant to attack you, I just did it on impulse, so they've probably run away! They could be anywhere; they could have jumped off the train by now and left me!”“Unlikely,” said Vorr's voice from somewhere. “They would injure themselves jumping onto land from a moving train. Though the pirate does have wind-projection... What about others? Are there any others with you?”In the storm of pain, Ryn searched through his mind for something to cling to. Could he afford to tell the general about Elrann, Vish and Cid? Anything that might have the smallest chance of stopping this pain, or slowing it down… Cid was jewel-touched too. That might be important… And Vish seemed to have turned traitor to the Empire… Was it worth revealing that?When he hesitated again, Vorr snapped another one of his fingers.“Aaaaaarggggghhh!”“Are there others with you?” Vorr bellowed. “Are there others? Tell me!”Ryn broke his limit.A strange tingling sensation joined the pain for a moment, mixing with it, spreading from his heart out through his whole body, to his head, to his feet, to the tips of his mangled fingers.He opened his eyes, which had been scrunched shut in agony, and realised that he was on fire.In his desperation, he had somehow inadvertently lit his whole body on fire.He looked up at Vorr through his new aura of flickering orange. The general was still crouched over him, holding one of his hands.“FIREBURST!” Ryn shouted, and this time flames leapt straight from his mouth.The flames flew into Vorr's face…...but merely dissipated when they hit it, without any effect.Vorr blinked a couple of times and leaned in closer so they were face to face.“You stupid mutt,” Vorr said right in his face. “I can see you've been practicing. But that's not going to work on me, remember? How many times do you need to be reminded of thiis? I am ruby-touched too, as are all my officers now. I have fire-projection just like you, and fire cannot harm me.”As if Ryn thought that it would. As if Ryn was acting rationally, out of anything other than primal survival instinct.Vorr's face receded, and then he kicked Ryn in the stomach again, sending him skidding across the floor and into the side of one of the beds.Something in Ryn's chest stuck out at a weird angle and his fingers raged at him when he automatically put them out to steady himself. The pain had reached a new intensity he had never imagined possible. He felt his attention starting to move in and out of focus--he was going to pass out. Either that or Vorr was going to kill him first.“Are there others with you?” Vorr shouted again, emphasising every other word like Ryn was an idiot. “Do you know of the locations of any more of the Jewels? Why are you on a train bound for Manolia? Tell me, you pathetic piece of poodoo! Tell me or I will break every single one of your fingers and toes! Tell me or I will cut them off and make you eat them!”Just pain. And the fear of even more of it. And the shame that he knew he couldn't hold out for much longer and that soon he would tell the general everything.“WHAT IS IT?” Ryn heard Vorr yell.Vorr was striding over to the door of the carriage. Someone had knocked on it. He heard Vorr open the door. Ryn could just about make out their conversation through the noise of his pain.“What? I am busy.”“My apologies, general, but you said to let you know if there were any developments.”Cid? “Well, what is it? Spit it out, godsdamn you, soldier.”“It's the Shadowfingers, sir. They've caught the other infiltrators.”No...“Already? Why didn't you say so straight away? Let them in, you fool!”“Yes sir.”Even though it hurt to move, Ryn managed to roll over a little onto his side so that he could look at the door.Cid stood aside, and in came Vish and the other lady Shadowfinger followed by an un-helmeted Sagar and Nuthea. Ryn's tired, overworked heart still leapt a little in his chest when he saw her. Sagar and Nuthea were marched in by two more soldiers who held swordpoints to the back of their necks to stop them trying anything--the younger of the two they had met last night and...Elrann.What in all the hells? Has Elrann betrayed us now too? Or is Vish planning something?          “Shut the door, solider,” Vorr commanded, and Cid did so, still on this side of it.          The new arrivals walked in and fanned out in front of Vorr in what space there was between the beds. They were somewhat obscured by Vorr himself, but Ryn saw Nuthea's eyes flick down to him in concern, then back up to Vorr, whom she regarded with tight-lipped rigidity. Sagar, unusually, wore nearly the same tense expression. They didn't look like they had a plan, Ryn had to think amidst the terrible pain. Maybe he should just give up and die now.“General Vorr.” Vish was the first to speak, in his exotic, guttural tones.“Shadowfinger Vish,” acknowledged Vorr. He and Vish addressed each other almost as...equals? “Congratulations. I see that you have made good on your latest bounty...with a little help from me, it would seem.” He gestured with a hand towards Ryn. “You will be rewarded accordingly with poppy seed.”Vish's eyes stretched in size for the briefest of instants. Ryn had to close his own eyes again for a moment in response to a particularly strong throb of pain from his fingers. He didn't want to whimper in front of Nuthea, so he bit down on his tongue.“Thank you, General,” said Vish.“I must say though, Shadowfinger,” Vorr went on, “that I am a little confused as to why it is only here and now that you have managed to unmask and bring in these rebels.” There was something off about Vorr's voice, but Ryn couldn't place it. It had taken on a sinister note, even more so than usual. Was he really confused, like he said, or was there something else going on?“Oh?” said Vish. Ryn couldn't read his expression underneath his headscarf, but this time his grey eyes stayed level. “What are you confused about, General?”“If you knew that the rebels were on this train, why did you not inform me, either of this, or that you were on it too?”The briefest of hesitations. Then Vish said, “Simple, General. I had tracked the three targets to Sirra, but temporarily lost them when they disguised themselves and infiltrated this train. I was fairly sure I had the right people, but I was biding my time to make absolutely sure, and to see what they were up to. When that boy over there revealed himself, I knew I had them. So here they are for you.”“Ingenious,” said Vorr, lingering over the word. “Well, your story makes sense. Congratulations, again, Shadowfinger.” His hand went to one of a number of small pouches affixed to his belt, popped it open, and drew something out, holding it up in front of himself.Vish's eyes went wide again, and stayed that way.“Here's your poppy seed in reward,” said Vorr. “One now, and two more later, seeing as you brought in three targets. Although really I was the one who apprehended the first one, so I'm being more than generous.”Ryn could see the longing in Vish's eyes.Come on Vish! he willed through his pain. He hadn't seen this coming. Cid has plenty of poppy! We can give you poppy! If you're planning something, don't give in now!“I…” said Vish. “I am grateful, General.”The Shadowfinger stepped forwards to take the poppy.No!When he stepped within reach, Vorr grabbed Vish by the throat with one hand. Nuthea and Sagar gasped.Vish's hands flew to his neck at once to try to prise Vorr's hand off. But it was no use; the gauntleted fingers fixed tightly around his throat. Vorr lifted him off the ground with one hand and held him aloft. Vish started to wheeze and choke, his legs kicking frantically as he pulled at Vorr's hand with no success.“Pitiful darkie,” Vorr said. “I don't know why the Emperor values you so much. How did they get you? Did they offer you a better poppy supply, somehow? Nobody has more poppy than us. The seeds are always your weakness.” He looked past Vish. “Soldiers, kill the hostages.”“N-now!” Vish managed to croak from within Vorr's grip. “Do it now!”Chaos erupted.A gust of air billowed through the carriage. Sagar, Ryn thought briefly, before he was flipped over onto his front. He screamed as the pain in his hand and back spiked again.Shouts and battle cries and the sound of pistols discharging and the ring of steel on steel.And then he was on his back again, another flare of pain exploding through his body.Cid's face swam into his failing vision amidst dancing white spots.“...is bad,” Cid was saying, kneeling next to him. “Really bad. I'm going to have to use a lot of mana to heal you. Hold on.”Cid placed one hand on Ryn's chest, cradled Ryn's broken fingers with the other, and closed his eyes. Another shock of pain, and Ryn screamed again. He was sure that this one was going to tip him over into unconsciousness, or worse--“Cura!”--but then the heat of the pain transformed all of a sudden, and became a cool, soothing sensation that started in his hand and chest and spread slowly through the rest of him. Ryn's fingers moved back into joint and went straight and normal again. He felt his teeth regrow and move back into place.The pain departed.He sighed, freed from the agony he had been trapped in, utterly relieved, and opened his eyes.Cid was panting. “Come on lad,” he said. “You're needed.”Ryn wasted no time. He let Cid pull him up, then looked around at the battle that had begun.Vorr had been blown to the far end of the carriage, but was back on his feet and had his huge sword drawn, shouting in fury and swinging it in massive deadly arcs at Sagar, who had his twin cutlasses out, and Nuthea, who knew how to handle the Imperial sword she carried too, Ryn was surprised to see.On the other side of them, near the entrance of the carriage, Vish and Elrann were locked in a similar dance with the female Shadowfinger. Vish's black sword flashed this way and that, and Elrann flicked her whip out in vicious snaps, but the Shadowfinger dodged and jumped and twirled to avoid each blow, and each time brought her chained mace of spikes around in reply, forcing Vish and Elrann to dodge out of the way themselves.On the floor next to them lay Tilbrook, eyes staring at nothing, blood leaking from his mouth. He was only a boy. Barely older than me.Ryn made his choice, and pelted towards the far end of the carriage where Sagar and Nuthea were fighting Vorr, familiar hatred for the Empire and the General spreading like heat from his chest. It wasn't really a choice at all. Kill Vorr.He saw a gap in the melee as Sagar used another smaller gust of wind to push Vorr back again and, his reserves replenished by Cid's magic, flung a fireball directly at the general.It hit him in the chest, but then dissipated into nothing.“Get back, pup!” Sagar said. “We don't need you here! Go help the girl and the scumsucker! Don't you remember he's impervious to fire attacks?”Oh yeah. In his sudden thrill at being healed by Cid and back on his feet again, Ryn had completely forgotten that for a moment. Again. Stupid…“Elpis!” roared Vorr all of a sudden through the momentary lull in the fighting. “Call for reinforcements, damn you!”Ryn spun to see the lady Shadowfinger leap away from Vish and Elrann in two elegant hops, twisting in the air as she did so, and land by the door. She dashed through it, and the opened door bounced off the wall and shut again with a clang.Distant shouts.They all stood blankly watching the door for a moment, blinking in surprise at what had just happened. She had moved so fast.A rumble.And then the door to the carriage burst open, and in flew the Shadowfinger again, followed by the armoured Imperial officers Ryn had seen earlier, followed by soldier after soldier after soldier, swarming into the carriage like a stampede of giant ants.“Poodoo!” yelled Sagar, still trading strikes with Vorr. “Run!”Vish and Elrann didn't need telling twice.But Ryn did, frozen as he was in place by shock and his desire to see Vorr dead.“Come on, Ryn!” Nuthea said, grabbing him by the hand and tugging him after her, away from the oncoming soldiers.Sagar motioned with his hand and yelled something, and another massive gust of wind pushed Vorr out of their path, slamming him into a window, leaving a spiderweb of cracks. Elrann unloaded a shot at him as she passed, and sparks flew from his chestplate. It wouldn't have wounded him, Ryn knew, but it kept him there a little longer as they dashed past.Ryn felt a pang of regret that he was running away from Vorr again as he forced himself to look away. But he had realised at last that he wasn't going to kill the General today. Run Ryn, run away, live to fight another day, live to find Vorr again and make him pay.Thank the gods there was another door at the other end of the carriage. Sagar got to it first and kicked it open.They piled after him out of it. But where Ryn had expected the door to lead straight into another carriage, instead it opened up to a small exterior platform built onto the outside of the train.They skidded to a halt on the miniature platform, stumbling and holding onto each other to stop themselves falling off it with their momentum. Rushing air and green hills lit by morning sunshine greeted them.Elrann, last out, slammed the door behind her and shoved her sheathed Imperial sword through its handle to prevent it from being opened.Almost immediately something slammed into the door from the other side and it came open slightly, but stopped when it met the resistance of the weapon.Shouting. It would probably hold for a little while, but not long.“What now?” said Ryn desperately.A few feet in front of them, on the other side of the platform was another carriage, only this one was smaller, and round, with a big pipe coming out of it blowing steam into the air.“In there?” said Nuthea.“That's the driver's carriage,” said Cid.“No,” said Sagar, “we'll just be cornered in there. Up.”He pointed.Behind them, next to the door that Elrann had wedged shut, a ladder.Sagar shoved Nuthea forwards so that she went up first, then he followed, then Cid, then Elrann, then Ryn with Vish behind him.It was even windier on top of the train. The rushing air made Ryn's hair fly around his head. The roofs of the box-like carriages were flat, though, so they could walk on them.As Ryn stepped out onto the roof of the carriage they had just been inside he heard snapping metal below, and shouts.“Where have they gone?”“Up there! Up on the roof!”Ryn ran along the top of the carriage with the others. He could hear soldiers calling after them already.When they got to the first gap between the roof they were on and the roof of the next carriage, only a couple of metres, they jumped it, and kept running. They kept on like this, dashing across the train-top and vaulting the spaces between the carriages.But, Ryn thought, what's our end game here? How are we going to get off this train?And then he saw the black-armoured soldiers in front of them climbing up onto the roof of the rearmost carriage of the train about eight carriages away in the distance.They were going to be caught from both sides.“Halt!” yelled Vish to everyone. “Form up! Stand ground!”He had used unfamiliar language, but everyone seemed to instinctively understand what he meant and obeyed him. They all stopped in the middle of the roof of the carriage they were currently on and intuitively arranged themselves so that they were back to back in pairs, three of them facing the back of the train, three of them the front.Ryn stood back to back with Vish, alongside Nuthea and Sagar facing the same way to either side of him, who were back to back with Elrann and Cid respectively, and watched the approaching stream of helmet-less soldiers coming towards them over the top of the train. They were three carriages away.Swordless, he clenched his fists, readying himself to throw fire. Have the regular soldiers been ruby-touched as well, or just the officers? There's only one way to find out…“I'm not sure we can win this,” he thought aloud.“Quiet, pup!” Sagar snapped. The soldiers were two carriages away now; Ryn could see their snarls and the battlelust in their eyes. “We're going to try anyway. Don't forget, we've still got our elemental projection, and old timer back there can heal us if we need it.”“And now that we're outside, I can use my lightning,” said Nuthea.A crackle, and the hair on the back of Ryn's stood on end.The oncoming soldiers cleared the gap onto their carriage. They charged the last steps towards the party, swords drawn, shouting curses and battlecries. Ryn could see the spittle flying from their mouths.Here goes nothing.The closest one had his blade raised to strike.“FIRA!” shouted Ryn, thrusting out his palms and willing the flames forwards.Burning orange leapt from his hands in a blast that engulfed the charging soldiers. Their shouts turned to screams.In the same moment, Sagar shouted “WINDARA!” next to him.An instant after the flames appeared, a huge gust of wind blew from the side across the top of the carriage with a howling shriek, making Ryn wobble even though he hadn't caught the full force of it.The gust blew Ryn's flames away and to the side, off the top of the train, and they dissipated into nothing.At the same time, the gust took most of the soldiers with it, knocking them off the train.They flew off the roof, still screaming, some still on fire from Ryn's attack, like crumbs being brushed from a tablecloth.Ryn winced as the screams were cut short by the crunches of the soldiers hitting the passing landscape beneath them.He turned, panting, to Sagar. “Hey, what are you doing?! Your attack got in the way of mine!”The pirate was panting too. He scowled at Ryn with his good eye. “Well it worked, didn't it? I didn't know if your fire was going to have any effect on the soldiers--it doesn't on Vorr.”Behind them Ryn heard the sound of Elrann's pistols discharging as she, Vish and Cid met the wave of soldiers that crashed on them from the other direction.“Well it clearly does,” Ryn snapped back, irritated. “It must be just the Officers that they've touched with the ruby, not the common soldiers.”“Um, boys…” said Nuthea.Ryn and Sagar looked up from their argument, ignoring the sounds of Elrann, Vish and Cid still fighting behind them.In front of them, at the other end of the carriage roof, stood four helmet-less Imperial officers and the lady Shadowfinger, all flanking, at their head, General Vorr.Ryn's heart skipped a beat.He needed to kill this man, but for the moment he was depleted, and he had realised that he still wasn't strong enough to kill him yet. He needed more time. That meant he needed to survive this battle somehow. He also wanted his friends to survive. Even Sagar.“Ok, we need to coordinate our attacks this time…” he said quietly to Sagar and Nuthea, hoping that Vorr couldn't hear.“I'm not sure how much mana I've got left,” said Sagar. A sliding of metal as he drew his twin blades.Ryn wished he hadn't lost his Imperial sword.“Don't worry,” said Nuthea unexpectedly. “I've still got my lightning projection. I'm not sure Vorr's remembered that.”“I'm not sure that's the sort of thing he would forget…” said Ryn.Something was wrong. Vorr had his own huge blade drawn too, but he wasn't coming forwards to use it. Yet. His jaw was set and his brows creased in a deep frown. He looked thoroughly pissed off.“Rebel filth,” Vorr said calmly, as if he was addressing them by a formal title. “I don't know how you managed to turn a Shadowfinger to your cause, or why you keep popping up at inopportune moments, but I've had enough of you. By killing you I'll be ridding myself of a nuisance and saving the Empire the money we would have had to pay out for your bounty.”He took a step towards them.“Stop right there, Vorr!” yelled Nuthea, and he did. “We're outside now, and I can use my gift!” Why is she telling him that? Oh right, her stupid ‘no killing' rule… She wants to give him a chance…. “One step closer and I'll electrocute you all where you stand!”There was some shuffling behind them, but Ryn kept his eyes forwards, on Vorr.“Right,” said Elrann from behind, “we've taken care of the soldiers on our side. Well, Vish took care of them, mainly. What did we miss? Oh…”Vorr was still frowning at them grimly, moving his teeth from side to side like he was pondering something. But then his frown cracked and became a menacing smile. “Don't threaten me, witch!” he called back to Nuthea. “You don't know as much as you think you do. You've served your purpose and helped the Empire enough already by betraying your homeland.” What? “It's time for you to die now.”His words were threatening, but he stayed where he was for the moment. Beyond him and to either side of the train, the green hills of whatever country they were currently traveling through rolled by. What did he mean Nuthea ‘betrayed her homeland'?“He's bluffing…” said Sagar, quietly enough so that only they could hear. At least Ryn hoped that Vorr and the officers couldn't hear him over the rush of the train and the wind.“I'm not so sure…” said Cid from behind them.“Er, guys, what's the plan here?” said Elrann nervously.“If he takes one step,” said Sagar, “hit him with everything you've got, princess.”“No,” said Cid. “Listen to me, there's no time to explain now, but that's really not a good plan. We need a different one. Look, in the distance: the train's about to pass alongside a fast-flowing river. When I give the signal, everybody jump.”“What?” said Sagar. “Are you mad, old timer?”I don't know how to swim, Ryn just had time to think.“Enough stalling!” shouted Vorr.He ran towards them with a battle roar, the officers and Shadowfinger following fast.“BOLTAGA!” shouted Nuthea at the top of her lungs.A crack, and bright white lightning leapt from her outstretched fingertips, lancing into the Imperials. More lightning than Ryn had ever seen her summon before danced from her hands for a heartbeat, two, three, crackling and shifting and jumping between the Imperial officers, lighting up their faces, wide-eyed with shock. They cried out, presumably in pain.And then the lightning subsided.Steam hissed from the officers and Shadowfinger and their shouts died away.But they were all still standing.“How…?” murmured Nuthea.Vorr looked down at himself, apparently as surprised as she was.“Ha,” he chortled, sounding half-disbelieving. And then another chortle came, and another, and his laughter grew and grew until it poured forth freely. “Ha. Haha. Hahahahahahaha!”He looked up at them again, and stopped laughing.“KILL THEM!” he roared.Vorr and the officers came on, swords raised high to strike.Just beyond them, Ryn glimpsed a ribbon of blue that the train was coming towards.“Now!” shouted Cid. “Quick, jump!”Without thinking, Ryn grabbed Nuthea's hand and jumped with her over the side of the carriage.Rushing free-fall and a fluttering stomach.They hit the water with a chilling splash. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sagaofthejewels.substack.com

Previously on Saga of the Jewels…Seventeen year old Ryn's hometown is attacked by General Vorr of the Empire and everyone he has ever known is killed. Just before he dies, Ryn's father gives him a ruby, which causes him to project fire. Ryn is captured by the Empire and meets another captive, Princess Nuthea, who has the ability to project lightning. Nuthea explains to him that the Empire have learned of the existence of twelve Primeval Jewels which grant the ability to manipulate different elements, and are searching for them. The Imperial vessel where they are being held is in turn attacked by a pirate airship, and the pirates capture Ryn and Nuthea. The lead pirate, Captain Sagar, agrees to escort Nuthea back to her homeland, and to spare Ryn's life, in exchange for the promise of gold, gemstones and beautiful women upon her safe delivery. They land in the port city of Ast and recruit an engineer called Elrann. Ast is then attacked by the Empire, who are using the Fire Ruby to invade the continent and search for more of the Jewels. Ryn, Nuthea, Sagar and Elrann flee the city together, but are then attacked by a bounty hunter, Vish. They manage to subdue the bounty hunter but Nuthea is gravely wounded in the process. Ryn beats Sagar to the hunter's mount and rushes Nuthea to the nearest town where he finds a healer, Cid, a mysterious old man who saves the princess's life with his arts and asks to join the traveling party, saying that he believes it is the purpose of ‘the One', the god that he and Nuthea each worship. On leaving the town the party is pursued by an enormous dog-like monster driven by a troop of Imperial soldiers. The party manage to escape with the help of Vish, who fights on their side in exchange for Cid supplying his poppy-seed habit. Cid reveals that he was once a member of another adventuring party who set out to find the twelve Primeval Jewels, but failed. The party now press on towards the next stop on their journey, the capital city of Sirra, where they ambush some Imperial soldiers and steal their uniforms in order to try to sneak onto a train bound for Manolia…“Alright chumps, so here's the plan,” said Sagar.They stood in their stolen Imperial armour looking at the large, dirty, blocky building that was Sirra Station from a nearby street. A huge round clock adorned the front of it. Both of the long black hands had almost reached the number twelve, though the longer still had ten more minutes to traverse until it got there. It was dark. To either side of the station building ran tall, spiked, iron fences.Five of them had waited here while Sagar had gone inside the station once already to carry out reconnaissance.“Basically,” Sagar continued, “we can get on a train that will take us right to the border of Manolia. There's an express sleeper train heading there leaving very soon, at midnight. They're taking troops down there to amass a land invasion force.”“Why don't they just invade by airship,” Ryn asked, “like they did here?”“Because of our lightning projection,” Nuthea explained.“Huh?” said Ryn.“We can blow airships out of the sky with lightning bolts,” Nuthea said proudly. “Land forces are harder.” “In any case,” said Sagar, “we need to be on that train. So what we're going to do is go through the front entrance, find the correct train, and board it, as though we're part of the invasion force that is being transported there.”“That's your plan?!” said Elrann.“Yes.”“So the plan is basically: We walk onto the train?”“Yes.” “You're an idiot.”Sagar's mouth twitched. “Rrrr. It's a fine plan! We're in Imperial armour, aren't we? Nobody will know who we are.”“Stop bickering,” said Nuthea, apparently now familiar enough with both Sagar and Elrann to reprimand them like this. “It's the best plan we've got, and our mission is urgent. Come on; it's nearly time.” She drew a deep breath. “Let's go.”Ryn walked towards the station with the others.He went through one of the entrance doors, his whole body tense, hyper-aware of his every movement in his Imperial armour disguise. The helmet, while not heavy, had grown stuffy, and he could feel his own shallow breaths on the front of his face. While it offered him some protection from head-wounds and discovery, it also obscured his vision to a horizontal slit that disappeared into darkness at either side, so that he had to turn his head if he wanted to see into his periphery. The inside of Sirra's Main Station was massive. The high ceiling sloped up into the pointed roof they had seen from the outside, from which hung lanterns on chains, lighting the lobby with a white glow. At the far end, a series of desks broke up metal barriers at intervals which barred the way to different doors and passages that Sagar had told them led to the different ‘platforms'. Across the stone floor, to and from these barriers, walked soldiers in the same armour as they were wearing, like a self-organising colony of black-shelled worker ants. “Pssst. Ryn,” whispered Cid next to him. “Don't lose your focus.” Ryn shook his head briefly and concentrated on walking with the group again. He had allowed himself to be distracted for a moment by the sheer number of Imperial soldiers in the station and veer off course slightly. It was extremely important that none of them lost sight of each other, as they all looked like Imperial soldiers now and wouldn't be able to tell the difference between each other if they got separated. Although Ryn fancied he'd still be able to tell Nuthea a mile off. She walked in front of him now, her head held high, something very slightly out of place about the way she tried to keep her gait graceful and soft-footed despite the clunky armour she was in—despite her disguise, she was still trying to walk like royalty.Gods, I hope nobody sees through us, Ryn thought, though he didn't know why he was still addressing his thoughts to the gods. Especially Nuthea. You can take the princess out of the palace, but you can't take the palace out of the princess.Of their party, Vish alone wasn't wearing armour, though his black attire didn't seem to attract any unwanted attention from the Morekemians. If anything, the soldiers seemed to give Vish a slightly wide berth. Apparently Shadowfingers were people to be avoided, or at least not gotten too close to. That could be to their advantage. Sagar led them to the clerk's desk for platform four, which he'd told them he'd found out was the one with the train bound for Manolia. They took their place in a queue for it and shuffled along a few paces every time another soldier got clearance and went through the barrier. Ryn tried as hard as he could to slow and deepen his rapid, shallow breaths. When they got to the front of the line, the armoured grunt behind the desk said “Destination?” without looking up from the papers in front of him.“Manolia,” said Sagar. “Unit?” said the grunt. A pause. “Er…” said Sagar. Panic gripped Ryn's chest. Apparently Sagar hadn't known this was coming, or thought this far ahead… The grunt looked up from his desk. Ryn could see the man's gray eyes through his horizontal helmet-visor, and they narrowed. “What unit are you with, soldier? It's a simple question.” What do we do? What do we do? “They're with me,” said Vish all of a sudden. “They're serving as my retinue for a mission.” The grunt turned his head, then practically jumped out of his seat. “Oh! My apologies, Shadowfinger Vish, I didn't see you there! No wonder you didn't answer,” he said to Sagar. “Please, come right through.” He pulled a lever on his side of the desk and the metal barrier in front of them swung up. Ryn had to make a concerted effort not to run through. They passed under the barrier and into the walled corridor beyond. When they had gone a few steps, Ryn whispered “That was lucky,” to Sagar. “Did you know that was going to happen?” “Be quiet, pup,” Sagar hissed back. “I had everything under control.”“It's a good thing we had the bounty hunter with us,” whispered Elrann. Sagar made no reply. The corridor opened onto a dark, dusty platform. All along it stood a series of conjoined rectangular steel boxes with multiple glass windows set into them. So this is a train. They followed the stream of soldiers on board. It was cramped inside the train, and Ryn suddenly became very worried that he was going to lose sight of his companions in the crush of soldiers. A soldier with his helmet off stood just inside the door they entered by, bellowing at the new arrivals as they boarded. “Keep it moving, soldiers!” he yelled at Ryn and company when they passed him, spittle flying from his mouth, a vein throbbing on the temple of his fat, close-shaven head. “We haven't got all night! We need to be in Manolia by dawn! Train leaves in five minutes! Eight to a compartment! Get on with it!” Hang on, eight to a compartment?! But we're only six! Ryn's pulse began to pound between his ears as he walked down the narrow walkway that ran the length of the train, passing closed metal doors. That was still Sagar walking in front of him, he was sure of it, and—he glanced quickly over his shoulder—there was Vish just behind him. But where were the others? Were they still following? And how were they going to make sure they all ended up in the same compartment without two extra random soldiers joining them? We didn't properly think through what we were going to do when we actually got to our destination! Sagar had just said something vague about sneaking away from the Imperials when they got to Manolia, just like they were sneaking onto the train. But how was that going to be possible?Before Ryn could panic any further, suddenly Sagar turned off to the right, through the first open door he had come to. Ryn followed him.Inside was a small room with two cushioned benches that faced each other from either wall. Between them on the far side of the compartment ran another wall with a window looking out onto the dimness of the station platform.Following Sagar's lead, Ryn went and sat on one of the benches next to him. They watched the door carefully. In came Vish, who sat at the end of the opposite bench. That makes three. Then more soldiers entered. Four, five, six…seven! Eight! Ohcrapohcrapohcrap. The last soldier in shut the door behind him. “Phew!” he exclaimed in a voice Ryn didn't recognise. He collapsed onto the bench opposite Ryn. “It's bad enough that they fly us non-stop to Imfis without any breaks and barely any rations, but then they frog march us to the station as soon as we get here! I need some sleep!” The soldier took off his helmet and rested it on his knee. He had a friendly, grinning face and a mop of thick, brown hair. He was young--maybe in his early twenties. Ryn found that he liked the man immediately, which confused him. “Ah, quit your whining, Tillbrook,” said the soldier whom he had sat next to. This one took off his helmet too. A somewhat older, more weathered-looking man with graying hair, a hooked nose, and a big scar along one cheek. “This is nothing. In the Umbar campaign I once flew for two days straight without anything to eat, then got dropped directly into combat. At least here we're getting a run-up.” He looked at Ryn sat on the bench across from him. “Aren't you going to take your helmet off? We're off duty now, ya know.”Not wanting to appear out of the ordinary, Ryn lifted his hands to remove his helmet, but then Sagar elbowed him in the side. Oh yeah, that's right. Three of us have bounties on our heads. Ryn's cheeks blushed hot and all of a sudden he was very glad that he was wearing the helmet. “We prefer to keep them on,” Sagar said.The older soldier frowned at him. “What in the hells for?”Uh-oh.“Because they're with me,” said Vish, from further along the bench the soldiers were sitting on. The soldiers each turned to look at who had spoken, then jolted with surprise.“A Shadowfinger!” said the younger one.“I thought you were all chasing a bounty in Northern Imfis?” said the older.“We were,” said Vish, “but I completed on it, and now I've been redeployed to Manolia on a classified mission. These three are serving as my retinue, but they must keep their helmets on at all times. No questions asked.”The soldiers looked at each other for a moment, then the older one shrugged. “Suit yourselves, then.”Ryn's shoulders relaxed a little. It seemed that Vish carried enough authority that this wasn't going to be queried any further. Just then a high pitched whistle sounded and the train began to strain forwards slowly. The platform began to scroll past through the windows. Outside, the pistons turning the wheels of the train began to pound out an increasingly fast rhythm. In moments they were out of the station, moving through the white buildings of Sirra which glinted in moon- and lantern-light, and before long they were again traversing the darkness of the Imfisi plains that Sirra sat within. Only now they weren't just walking across them; now they were traveling much faster than they had been before.“Well,” said the younger soldier, “I'm completely beat. Do you guys mind if we get some sleep?”“Good idea,” said Vish for the rest of them.The two unhelmeted soldiers stood and pulled down another bench Ryn hadn't realised was built into the wall above the one they had been sitting on. It folded out of the wall and hung suspended from it by two chains at either end. He, Sagar and whoever else was sitting at his side--Nuthea? Elrann?--did the same with the bunk on their side of the carriage.With the two bunks folded down, you could just about fit two people lying down one after the other onto each of the four benches now available in the carriage.“We'll take the top,” said Tilbrook deferentiality to Vish, and he and the older soldier climbed up.Ryn took one of the spaces on the bottom bunk on his side. He had no idea who was lying down on the other end of it, but they each lay so that their helmeted heads would be next to each other in the middle of the bench.“Night all,” said Tilbrook.And then there was just the darkness, and the gentle rattle and chug of the train as it traveled through the Imfisi plains.Chukkachukachukkachuckkachukkachukka.Ryn stared up at the grubby underside of the bunk above him as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Well, this was some predicament they had got themselves into. Aboard an Imperial-commandeered train bound for Manolia, stuck in a carriage with two genuine Imperial soldiers, which meant they couldn't even talk openly to each other. Maybe they should kill the soldiers while they slept? No, that was a horrible idea. That was thinking like Sagar. Even if they were working for the Empire, these two soldiers didn't seem to be murderous monsters like Vorr. They seemed like they were just trying to get by and do a job to earn a living. They were just following orders. Nuthea was right; it wouldn't be right to kill them in cold blood. Though he wouldn't put it past Sagar for the idea to cross his mind, too… Hopefully the pirate wouldn't do anything stupid. He hadn't so far, at least, and from the snoring noises coming from the opposite top bunk the two soldiers seemed to be fast asleep.What was Ryn even doing here? Mother. Father. Hometown. Find Vorr. Kill Vorr. Stay with Nuthea. He wasn't even certain that General Vorr would be coming this way--it was just his best guess. He shut his eyes. In the darkness and the encasement of his helmet, familiar images started to crowd in on him, invading his mind's eye. His mother being pierced by a sword. His father's eyes going out of focus. The Imperial General laughing in his face. How was he going to get to sleep like this, without the cool of the open air and the reassuring chatter of his traveling companions to lull him into unconsciousness?He thought he would try to talk to Sagar on the bench next to him for a little while. Even that might be better than just lying here in the dark with his memories. Might.“Sagar?” Ryn whispered as quietly as he could so that only the pirate, whose head lay a little way from his own, could hear.Nothing. Then: “No,” whispered back a noble, feminine voice after a moment, “it's me.” Nuthea. Ryn could barely believe his luck.He better say something else to her. “Are you alright?”“Yes, quite alright! Stop talking and let me go to sleep!”That stung.For a moment there was only the chukkachukkachukka of the train again.“Ryn?” This time she had spoken first.“...yes?”“I'm sorry; I didn't mean that. The truth is...the truth is I'm not alright. I'm...I'm scared.” Wow. A rare admission of vulnerability from the lightning-slinging, lecture-delivering princess. “What are you scared of?” asked Ryn eventually. Stupid question. What wasn't there to be scared of right now?“I'm...I'm scared that we won't make it to Manolia,” Nuthea whispered. “I'm scared that we'll be discovered. I'm scared that the Empire will find all the Jewels and overrun the world.”That's quite a lot to be scared of, fair enough… Ryn thought. But instead he said, “I know. Me too. I'm scared of all those things too, and I'm scared that I'll never be able to find Vorr again, or that I'll find him, but I won't be able to beat him when I find him.”“You can beat him,” said Nuthea. “You're doing really well in your training.” I shouldn't need to hear her say that, thought Ryn, but I sure like that she did. “If you continue on as you are doing you are only going to grow more powerful in the use of your gift and your swordsmanship. But, Ryn…” She paused. “Ryn, by the time you do find him, and I'm sure you will be able to find him again, you might not want revenge on him any more…”Ryn's brow furrowed inside his helmet. Why would she say something like that? He thought of Vorr again, of the man with the thick-set jaw and the flaming red hair, laughing in his face. At the very thought of him, Ryn's hands grew hotter and the tips of his fingers tingled.“There's no way I'm going to stop wanting revenge on him,” Ryn whispered to himself as much as Nuthea. “He murdered my parents and destroyed my hometown. Why would I ever not want to take revenge on him?”Nuthea took a while to speak again. Eventually, she whispered, “It is not the Way of the One. The Way of the One is to forgive.”Ah, there she goes with her One stuff again. Ryn wasn't in the mood for this right now. But he didn't want to be harsh with Nuthea, especially if she was feeling scared at the moment. “Alright,” he said, “well, I'll think about it.”“Thank you.”“But Nuthea?”“Yes?”“Look, it's okay to be scared. It makes sense. Like I said, I'm scared too. But you've got a lot of people around you right now to take care of you. Me. Sagar. Elrann. Cid. And I guess Vish too. We'll take care of you and make sure you get to Manolia, alright?” I'll take care of you, he added in his head, but he didn't quite find the courage to whisper it.“Thank you, Ryn,” said Nuthea. “I am glad of that.”Ryn smiled inside his helmet.“Hey lovebirds!” someone whispered from the bunk above them.Ryn spasmed and nearly fell off the bench. He hadn't realised anyone else could hear them.“Stop talking so we can get some sleep!” Elrann whispered again. “Yeah!” whispered someone else from above. No, not Sagar too! “You're lucky those two bucketheads are sleeping like babies, or you might have given us away! Quit yammering and go to sleep!”“Sorry…” Ryn whispered back sheepishly.They ceased talking. Ryn's blush had come back to his cheeks, and he was even more grateful no one could see it. As it slowly faded and the tingling in his fingers died away, he thought of his conversation with Nuthea, listened to the chukkachukkachukka of the train, rocked with its gentle movements, and eventually felt himself slipping into sleep. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit sagaofthejewels.substack.com

COME HOME TO LALELA ESTATE Listen to the rustling of the trees in the stillness of the morning as the sunlight glows over a cul-de-sac community of the most beautiful freestanding residential offerings in Sheffield. This is your future private neighbourhood, where kids can ride their bikes freely and you can live within a warm, family-focused community. Situated in Sheffield, Lalela is spread across approximately 104 hectares of lush greenery with natural wetlands, 5km of walking trails and a community clubhouse where you can relax poolside with the kids or try your hand at putt putt on the lawn. In this idyllic landscape, nature is present in every direction and invites you to be part of a new lifestyle on KwaZulu-Natal's North Coast. Radio Life & Style on Facebook · The Morning Show Sponsor: Excellerate Security

COME HOME TO LALELA ESTATE Listen to the rustling of the trees in the stillness of the morning as the sunlight glows over a cul-de-sac community of the most beautiful freestanding residential offerings in Sheffield. This is your future private neighbourhood, where kids can ride their bikes freely and you can live within a warm, family-focused community. Situated in Sheffield, Lalela is spread across approximately 104 hectares of lush greenery with natural wetlands, 5km of walking trails and a community clubhouse where you can relax poolside with the kids or try your hand at putt putt on the lawn. In this idyllic landscape, nature is present in every direction and invites you to be part of a new lifestyle on KwaZulu-Natal's North Coast.

Few journalists have been able to go deep when it comes to the back history of the songwriting partnership and longevity of Chris Difford and Glenn Tilbrook. In this episode, I spoke to Jim Drury, author of the 2004 book 'Squeeze: Song By Song.' In candid interviews with Chris & Glenn, Jim was able to get to the heart of their process, both as friends and partners in the realm of a collaborative, descriptive, and music-based biography. At that time, Squeeze was not in place functioning as a band. However, when presented with the prospect of delving into a rich and diverse project (even with an extremely tight deadline), Jim has supplied the Squeeze community with an insightful look into their songs, enriched through the unique dynamic lens known as Difford & Tilbrook. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

This month's episode is from a discussion which was recorded as part of a live Q&A session for students at Nottingham Trent University during the delivery of our six-week Career Accelerator for Aspiring Ecological Consultants course for 2nd and final year students studying for a BSc in Wildlife Conservation. Throughout the six weeks, students gained a thorough understanding of; the role of an ecological consultant and ecological consultancy, planning policy and legislation relevant to their work as an ecological consultant, considerations of what to put into a quote that would go to a client, preliminary roost assessment, preliminary ecological appraisal (both theoretical and practical application), protected species surveys and licensing, using QGIS to generate a habitat plan, report writing for ecological consultants, and finally, career guidance. It was for this final career advice session that Tilly Tilbrook, Director at Integrated Environmental Solutions Ltd, kindly joined to share her expert insights on the recruitment process and what she looks for in candidates coming through as early career ecologists. Our Guest Tilly Tilbrook is a Chartered Ecologist who has worked in the industry since 2002. Her background includes working for local government, Natural England, and both small and large environmental consultancies. She founded Integrated Ecological Solutions Ltd in 2009, partly through a desire to work more ethically. Over the past thirteen years, she has employed many freelance and early career ecologists, and is part of the CIEEM working group looking at employment issues in the sector.  During this recording we discuss the job advert, job application cover letter, CV, interview process, and finally some extra thoughts on obtaining missing skills where time and/or money may be limited. Resources Here is a non-exhaustive list of ways to bolster your CV through online training courses suitable for early career ecologists looking to work in the UK. Some are free, others are not. *Free* Join this Facebook group to learn more about QGIS. It's not comprehensive and you will have to search for what you're looking for, so if you are looking for a more complete introduction then we do have a QGIS training course aimed at beginners (see *paid*). Watch Joshua Styles MCIEEM's excellent webinar on Botanical Surveys for Development.  The Chartered Institute of Ecology and Environmental Management (CIEEM) often run free webinars or occasionally for a small £3-5 fee for non-members. Recordings of free-to-attend webinars can be found on CIEEM's YouTube and a list of paid-for recordings can be found under the ‘Webinars' subheading of this webpage - a link is sent after access has been purchased. There's also other early careers guidance on CIEEM's website here: https://lnkd.in/dKSjmRCU. Amphibian and Reptile Conservation (ARC) Trust have several free online training courses here: https://lnkd.in/ddfpTW4D. *Paid* Ecology Academy has a range of courses covering many different topics, including; Introduction to QGIS for Ecologists, Introduction to Bryophytes, Preliminary Ecological Appraisal Fundamentals, or for university/group courses (or individuals at certain times of the year) there is the Career Accelerator for Aspiring Ecological Consultants. The Arboricultural Association has training on Bats in Trees. The Field Studies Council also offer a variety of courses both online and across their many field centres: https://lnkd.in/dUrHPJfY. Bat Conservation Trust have a range of online courses such as Thermal Imaging Basics and various acoustic analysis courses: https://lnkd.in/dG4Xj2WW. How to get in touch You can follow us or get in touch via our socials or at hello@ecologyacademy.co.uk:  Website: https://training.ecologyacademy.co.uk/  LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/ecology-academy/  Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ecologyacademy  Instagram: @ecology_academy  Twitter: @ecology_academy 

Join your host Peter Salerno for a special addition of happy business radio where he speaks with former number 1 Australian band member from The Master of Apprentices and now Party Cats member Peter Tilbrook. Peter talks to him about his career and about him being in the business of show business and how he runs a successful entertainment business.

Wie können wir mit unserer natürlichen Umgebung im Einklang leben? Uns nicht über die Natur mitsamt ihrer tierischen Lebewesen erheben? Sondern uns als eins begreifen und natürliches Geben und Nehmen praktizieren?In dieser Folge des Weltwach Podcast sprechen wir mit Dale Tilbrook – einer Wardandi Bibbulmun: Sie gehört zu den Aboriginal Peoples Australiens und schenkt uns spannende Einblicke in ihr Leben mit und in der Natur der Margaret River Gegend an der australischen Westküste. Dale berichtet über traditionelle Bush-Food-Küche, darüber, wie sie aufwuchs und was wir von den Aboriginal Peoples Australiens über den Umgang mit der Natur lernen können … Viel Spaß bei unserer Reise nach Westaustralien!WerbungWillkommen im Paradies: Wo die Sonne vom Himmel lacht und der Mond eine Treppe zur Erde schickt, wo Kängurus am Strand liegen und Delfine zum Frühstück vorbeischauen, wo man in Felsenpools baden und unter Wasserfällen duschen kann, wo das Didgeridoo erklingt, und die Regenbogenschlange wohnt, dort liegt Westaustralien. Inspirationen für dein ganz persönliches Westaustralien-Abenteuer findest du unter: www.westernaustralia.com/de Our GDPR privacy policy was updated on August 8, 2022. Visit acast.com/privacy for more information.

Topic thoughts? Guest ideas? Comments? Just text us. (pls include reply details if needed)Summary. In episode 12 we go back to discuss Australia because of important recent developments in terms of clean energy policy as well as an ongoing energy crisis. Policy-wise the newly elected government is proving to be serious about shifting the energy system to a green and sustainable one. Crisis-wise, the nation has seen its national electricity market temporarily suspended, power supply failures and electricity prices have been skyrocketing. We discuss with our guest Rebecca Tilbrook these issues and then focus on corporate action. Within all of this turmoil corporates are undertaking climate action but so far, it has mostly been by large corporates.  But what about small to medium size enterprises and also residential households. Do the recent developments make there shift to green and sustainable energy easier or harder? What about the climate capital stack? Where are the investment returns and what is going on with financing?Note: all opinions are personal and do not reflect those of present or past employers.About Rebecca. Rebecca Tilbrook is the Business Development Manager - Emerging Technologies at Hydro Tasmania, a leading clean energy business and largest generator of renewable energy in Australia. Inspired by the promise of a greener world, Rebecca future-gazing influences incremental changes in thinking today to seismically shift the trajectory of what's possible tomorrow. With almost two decades of international experience in clean energy with utilities, consulting and finance, Rebecca combines her creativity and strategic focus to forge innovative net-zero pathways for businesses that precipitate greater profitability, longevity, and climate resilience. Also, Rebecca currently sits on the Market Advisory Panel of the Business Renewables Centre Australia. Last year, she won the inaugural Amcham Australia Alliance Award for Energy & Clean Technology. Rebecca holds a Bachelor of Engineering (Renewable Energy).Production and artwork: Joseph Jacobelli. Music: The Open Goldberg Variations, Kimiko Ishizaka. Feedback: theasiaclimatecapitalpodcast@gmail.com HOST, PRODUCTION, ARTWORK: Joseph Jacobelli | MUSIC: Ep0-29 The Open Goldberg Variations, Kimiko Ishizaka Ep30- Orchestra Gli Armonici – Tomaso Albinoni, Op.07, Concerto 04 per archi in Sol - III. Allegro. | FEEDBACK: theasiaclimatecapitalpodcast@gmail.com.

Introducing the Band:Your hosts Scot Bertram (@ScotBertram) and Jeff Blehar (@EsotericCD) are joined by guest Scott Immergut. Scott is the CEO of Ricochet.com and the Ricochet Audio Network. He is the long-time producer of the Ricochet Podcast and the GLoP Culture podcast with Jonah Goldberg, Rob Long, and John Podhoretz. He's also the Executive Producer of The Hoover Institution's Uncommon Knowledge with Peter Robinson andGood Fellows, with Niall Ferguson, H. R. McMaster, and John Cochrane. Scott's Music Pick: SqueezeThey might do it down on Camber Sands and at Waikiki, but in the mainland U.S., Squeeze was mostly a rumor for much of the band's career. Highest charting album? #32. Just two Top 40 singles. Squeeze, unfortunately, was destined to join the long list of very British bands that never quite crossed over to the States.If you know Squeeze at all, it might be because of the placement of “Tempted” on the soundtrack for Reality Bites. Or, perhaps a roommate at college had the Singles 45's and Under collection on CD, as most roommates seemed to in the 1990s. But there's a heck of a lot more to the story.This is, of course, where Political Beats steps in to solve the problem. Because the truth is you won't find music any better than what Squeeze produced, particularly at their peak from 1978-1982. The highly literate lyrics of Chris Difford, filled with sharp storytelling and British allusions, paired perfectly with the beautiful, melodic, and sometimes quite complicated music written by Glenn Tilbrook. Tilbrook's soulful tenor took most of the leads (except, famously, on perhaps the band's best-known song, “Tempted”) while Difford's deep croaking voice contributed backing vocals.The duo were called the heirs to the Lennon/McCartney songwriting throne, though the comparison never really fit and actually harmed the band's output, as we discuss on the show. But they were something special, producing some of the finest pop songs of the era, like “Another Nail In My Heart,” “Pulling Mussels,” “Up the Junction,” and “Is It Love”.The band broke up in 1982, making way for a pretty awful Tilbrook/Difford duo album that was a naked reach for the charts. Squeeze reunited in 1985, fell apart in 1999, got back together in 2007 and remain a recording and touring entity to this day. Pick up almost any album from their collection and you're going to hear at least a handful of well-crafted, melodic, memorable tunes.If nothing else, you'll learn about a whole bunch of British slang, like “argybargy,” “up the junction,” “that's not cricket,” and “slap and tickle.” But we're pretty sure you're going to love this music, as well. It's not just an East Side Story, it's one everyone can enjoy on Political Beats.

VAUGHAN-WILLIAMS: Flos campi (22.12). C. Balmer (vla.), Coro y Orq. Royal Philarmonic de Liverpool. Dir.: V. Handley. Toward the unknown region (12.13). Coro y Orq. Fil. de Londres. Dir.: A. Boult. The sky above the roof (2.54). Orpheus with his lute (2.37). The winter´s willow (3.16). J. Gillchrist (ten.), A. Tilbrook (p.). Escuchar audio

VAUGHAN-WILLIAMS: Concierto para oboe y cuerdas en La menor (18.35). N. Black (ob.), Orq. de Cámara Inglesa. Dir.: D. Barenboim. Serenade to Music (12.33). Mercury Opera Rochester, Rochester Philarmonic Orchestra. Dir: C. Seaman. Obertura "Las avispas" (8.35). Orq. de Halle. Dir.: J. Barbirolli. Rhosymedre (3 Preludes on Welsh Hymns tunes) (3.52). J. Gillchrist (ten.), P. Dukes (vla.), A. Tilbrook (p.). Escuchar audio

VAUGHAN-WILLIAMS: Job (Mascarada para bailar) (42.47). Orq. Sinf. de la BBC. Dir.: A. Davis. Lord, come away (4 Himnos para tenor, viola y cuerda, nº 1) (arr. para ten., vla., y p.) (3.44). J. Gilchrist (ten.), P. Dukes (vla.), A. Tilbrook (p.). Escuchar audio

VAUGHAN-WILLIAMS: A Sea Symphony (Sinfonía nº 1) (Primer y segundo movimientos: A song for all seas, all ships y On the beach at night, alone) (29.28). A. Roocroft (sop.), T. Hampson (bar.), Coro y Orq. Sinf. de la BBC. Dir.: A. Davis. Who is the fair one? (4 Himnos para tenor, viola y cuerda, nº 2, arr. para ten., vla., y p.) (3.57). J. Gilchrist (ten.), P. Dukes (vla.), A. Tilbrook (p.). The unquiet grave (4.20). Quink Vocal Ensemble. Escuchar audio

After Chico's death, he became a martyr for the rainforest, and his work continued with significant success. But where is Chico's name today? And why is it important that we remember his work?Sources:Complicity in Destruction III. Amazon Watch. (n.d.). https://amazonwatch.org/news/2020/1027-complicity-in-destruction-iii.Guardian News and Media. (2019, November 2). Brazilian 'forest guardian' killed by illegal loggers in ambush. The Guardian. https://www.theguardian.com/world/2019/nov/02/brazilian-forest-guardian-killed-by-illegal-loggers-in-ambush.Revkin, Andrew. The Burning Season: the Murder of Chico Mendes and the Fight for the Amazon Rain Forest. Island Press, 2004.Hecht, Susanna, and Alexander Cockburn. The Fate of the Forest: Developers, Destroyers, and Defenders of the Amazon. University of Chicago Press, 2010.Chris Mooney, B. D. (2019, December 22). Top scientists warn of an Amazon 'tipping point'. The Washington Post. https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/top-scientists-warn-of-an-amazon-tippingpoint/2019/12/20/9c9be954-233e-11ea-bed5-880264cc91a9_story.html.Brasil, V. (n.d.). Chico Mendes House: Visit Brasil. Visit Brasil - Site oficial de turismo do Brasil. https://www.visitbrasil.com/attractions/chico-mendes-house.html.Fabricius, K. E., Neill, C., Van Ooijen, E., Smith, J. N., & Tilbrook, B. (2020). Progressive seawater acidification on the Great Barrier Reef continental shelf. Scientific Reports, 10(1). https://doi.org/10.1038/s41598-020-75293-1Maisonnave, F. (2020, October 23). The second death of Chico Mendes. Climate Home News. https://www.climatechangenews.com/2020/03/06/second-death-chico-mendes/.Shoumatoff, Alex. “Murder in the Rainforest.” Vanity Fair, 1989.Rodrigues, Gomercindo, et al. Walking the Forest with Chico Mendes: Struggle for Justice in the Amazon. University of Texas Press, 2007.Mendes, Chico, et al. Fight for the Forest: Chico Mendes in his Own Words. Latin America Bureau (Research and Action) Ltd, 1989.Chico Mendes: Voice of the Amazon, a documentary about rainforest martyr Chico Mendes. (n.d.). https://www.mirandaproductions.com/voice/reviews.htm.The Amazon: A Global Treasure. Amazon Watch. (n.d.). https://amazonwatch.org/about.Guajajara, S. (2020, October 2). Can Our Culture Survive Climate Change? The New York Times. https://www.nytimes.com/2020/10/02/opinion/amazon-indigenous-people-brazil.html.

Very few songwriting duos have as much recognition power and songs that are hotwired into our own personal lives, as that of Lennon and McCartney.  While there have been some epic songwriting duos, such as Rodgers and Hart, Rodgers and Hammerstein, Lerner and Lowe, Difford and Tilbrook, Gilbert and Sullivan, few of these teams have the backstory and the sheer drama that befell Lennon and McCartney.  Our experts on all things Beatles, Tim Goldich and Paul Schneider weigh in on the songwriting magic of the duo, the very different approaches they had to writing songs, and whether their individual songs come close to their collaborative accomplishments.  Lot's of raw meat here for the Beatles geek to consume on STRUNG OUT. 

Squeeze came out of the mid-70's New Wave scene in the UK, but would cross genres into Rockabilly, R&B, and Psychedelia by the early 80's.  In 1982 they released Singles - 45's and Under as a compilation album of their biggest hits.  Squeeze was led by two singer songwriters, Chris Dilford (rhythm guitar and vocals) and Glenn Tilbrook (keyboards, lead guitar, vocals) who composed most of their material.  At the time of the release of this “greatest hits” album, the band had broken up, leaving only Dilford and Tilbrook as a duet.  The pair would normally work with Dilford writing the lyrics and Tilbrook writing and singing the music.  Squeeze was inspired by the Kinks, the Beatles, David Bowie, and Elvis Costello (who co-produced their breakthrough album, East Side Stories).  They started when Dilford stole money from his mom's pocketbook to place an ad for a guitarist "for his band," which didn't exist.  Tilbrook was the only one who responded, and the rest, as they say, was history.The group wove stories with their songs, usually lighthearted, with a healthy sense of humor.  While Wayne and Bruce are away, friends of the show Todd Hendricks and Bill Cook join Rob and Brian for this album feature. TemptedThe first commercial breakthrough comes from their fourth studio album, “East Side Story.” It is unusual because it features Paul Carrack on lead vocals rather than Glenn Tilbrook or Chris Dilford.  The sound was inspired by The Temptations, and the lyrics were inspired from Dilford's experiences in touring North America.Up the JunctionThis deeper cut was originally released in 1979 on their second album "Cool for Cats."  Glenn Tilbrook takes on his normal role as lead singer.  This is a little bit of working class humor about a man living with a woman who becomes pregnant.  The song is unusual in that it doesn't have a chorus, but tells the story in a "stream of consciousness" style.Pulling Mussels (from the Shell)Originally released on their third studio album, Argybargy, this track is an audio snapshot of a British budget holiday camp by the sea.  It did not hit the US charts, but got airplay on College radio stations.  "Pulling Mussels" is British slang for sex.  There are lots of humorous lyrics in this story.Black Coffee in BedThe first single from the fifth Squeeze album, "Sweets from a Stranger," and was a hit on the US Mainstream Chart - the only song to chart from that album.  Elvis Costello and Paul Young sing backing vocals on this track about a lost love. ENTERTAINMENT TRACK:Main Theme from the television series "St. Elsewhere”This hospital-centered show debuted in October 1982.  The stories centered around a Catholic hospital named Saint Eligius.  Howie Mandel would get his big break as a member of this cast. STAFF PICKS:Jack & Diane by John CougarBrian brings us a famous “little ditty” about high school romance by John Cougar before he took on his real last name.  Though some thought it was autobiographical, John Mellencamp has said that it is a story about what he observed in small town America.  Mellencamp didn't like the song at first and didn't want to release it, but was fortunately convinced to do so by others.Abracadabra by the Steve Miller BandBill Cook (aka “Lil‘ Wayne”) features a hit from Miller's 12th studio album.  Though we're not convinced that this is Miller's best work (and the video is horrible), the “breathy synthesizer” and pop sensibilities gave it significant airplay on both pop and rock stations. The lyrics were inspired by Diana Ross.Somebody's Baby by Jackson BrowneSpecial guest Todd Hendricks' staff pick was the last Jackson Browne song to chart.  It didn't appear on any Browne album until years later on a "Greatest Hits" album.  It was released on the soundtrack from "Fast Times at Ridgemont High."  Browne was originally known as a songwriter before he rolled out his solo work.When the War Is Over by Cold ChiselRob's closes out the staff picks with a track recommended by Mark Whyte, a friend of the show from Australia.  Cold Chisel is a very popular band in Australia, but is not well known in the United States. This is off their 1982 album, "Circus Animals" and features multiple singers taking turns on lead vocals. INSTRUMENTAL TRACK:Spunky by Bob JamesThis week's podcast closes out with a jazz instrumental from James' 1982 album "Hands Down."

Welcome to the first of many conversations about Squeeze. In this debut episode, I'm joined by 'rockumentary' filmmaker Amy Pickard. Back in 2001, she put pedal to the metal and hit the highways and byways of America, traveling in an RV with Glenn Tilbrook in one of his many (but certainly not last) solo tours. What followed was a journey not entirely expected and as we discover, this film chronicled not only Glenn's performances but his interaction with fans, his recollections of his days with Squeeze and where he stood in life back in that time. Pickard captured all this and more and in this talk, she also reveals how she started in the music business and her continuing adventures with Squeeze. Stream the film at the Coda Collection via Amazon Prime Video: https://codacollection.co/films/glenn-tilbrook-one-for-the-road See where Amy is today: https://goodtogopeace.org/

LTCOL Tilbrook MG is a retired Infantry Officer who was the recipient of the Medal of Gallantry for his action in Rwanda in 1995. Steve shares his lived experience of leading his platoon on deployment in Rwanda as part of the UN Assistance Mission for Rwanda (UNAMIR).

The Inside Stylists Podcast: Episode 96  Talking paint trends and getting colours right with Fenwick and Tilbrook's Simon Tilbrook  Today's guest is all about colour. As part of a family-run paint brand, based in Norfolk, they pride themselves on offering an exceptional customer experience in terms of attentive service, and hassle-free paint ordering but what I love about the brand is the incredible choice of not only the colours but the finishes - their paint is the purest matt I've ever used. I'm really looking forward to talking all things paint and colour with today's guest Simon Tilbrook from Fenwick and Tilbrook. enjoy     You can find the full show notes for today's episode RIGHT HERE    Links and Resources Follow us on Instagram : @InsideStylists.com Visit InsideStylists.com for Interiors inspiration  Check out more Podcast interviews here  

You'd be forgiven for thinking everything was back to normal in WA with the amount of events and festivals we can head to in the coming weeks. WA Food Ambassador Don Hancey brought us up to date on what's happening this October around Perth, Fremantle and the Swan Valley, with plenty of events to keep you busy this spring. Then with the help of Maalinup Gallery's Dale Tilbrook, explained what on earth 'Slow Food' is and why you should give it a shot. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Todays guest is the lovely Australian Anti-Diet Dietician Jess Tilbrook! She is an advocate for body peace and is on a mission to create body safe spaces for all of us! #downwiththedietculture See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

We had a chat with Accredited Practising Dietitians Jessica Tilbrook and Danielle Bell from Glow Group Health and Wellbeing on: Definitions of Weight-Neutral Practice and HAES Common misunderstandings and misconceptions The harms of weight-centred practice How to manage clients with weight-focused goals and promote healthy behaviours How to start our own experiential learning with food … Continue reading Danielle Bell and Jess Tilbrook – Weight-Neutral Approach and HAES →

Laura Attridge and Jonathan Tilbrook discuss opera production and the challenges staging Benjamin Britten's problematic opera Rape of Lucretia in the #MeToo era.

On deck for this week's episode, Squeeze's 1991 album, Play--their only album for Reprise Records. Featuring the highlights Letting Go, The Day I Get Home, The Truth, and Walk a Straight Line, the album holds the distinction of being the last one prior to Chris Difford pursuing a life of sobriety. It strained the Difford and Tilbrook relationship even further, and continued to see the band's commercial success decline in the face of their more mature and arguably more artistically rewarding work. I primarily say arguably, because this week's co-host, artist and musician Doug Bale, argues otherwise. It's a fun conversation between two music lovers holding a difference of opinion. Check out Doug's work! https://society6.com/dougbale https://flightytronys.bandcamp.com/releases https://dougbalemergatron.bandcamp.com/ As always, I want to stress the importance of supporting the artists that are featured on this series, whether that’s through buying their music and merch, attending one of their concerts, or even simply following them on social media. Squeeze is indeed very active, recording and touring both as a band, and Glenn Tilbrook and Chris Difford with their respective solo endeavors--see them in whatever capacity you're able. Additionally, keep up to date on all their latest doings at http://www.squeezeofficial.com/ and through their social media (@squeezeogram on, appropriately, Instagram and @squeezeofficial on Twitter). Questions/Comments/Suggestions: albuminfinitum@gmail.com Find us on Twitter and Instagram: @AlbumInfinitum --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/album-infinitum/support

On deck for this week's episode, Squeeze's 1987 commercial peak, Babylon and On. Featuring the hits "Hourglass" and, unfortunately, "853-5937," Babylon and On marks the beginning of a turning point for Squeeze with career highlights such as "Tough Love" and "Footprints" showing that the Difford and Tilbrook could still write a hell of a song. The guest co-host for this episode is the fantastic Marc Oxborrow of The Haymarket Squares and The Blood Feud Family Singers--both of which will be sharing a bill with the Hot House Orchids and the Rae Lydia Duo at Last Exit Live on Friday, June 21st. https://www.facebook.com/events/306122460314357/ As always, I want to stress the importance of supporting the artists that are featured on this series, whether that’s through buying their music and merch, attending one of their concerts, or even simply following them on social media. Squeeze is indeed very active, recording and touring both as a band, and Glenn Tilbrook and Chris Difford with their respective solo endeavors--see them in whatever capacity you're able. Additionally, keep up to date on all their latest doings at http://www.squeezeofficial.com/ and through their social media (@squeezeogram on, appropriately, Instagram and @squeezeofficial on Twitter). Questions/Comments/Suggestions: albuminfinitum@gmail.com Find us on Twitter and Instagram: @AlbumInfinitum --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/album-infinitum/support

On deck for this week's episode, Squeeze's difficult (for most people) 1985 reunion album, Cosi Fan Tutti Frutti. As the discussion with guest host Dan Hull reveals, however, there is a LOT to love about this album despite any flaws its very of-the-time production and the drug-induced mental states of Difford and Tilbrook may have saddled it with. Dan is a gifted storyteller who has a long history in the Phoenix storytelling community. He currently produces and co-hosts The Storyline SLAM, which takes place every month at The Newton, and you've got to check out Bad Buddhist, a film of his one man show of the same name. https://www.thestoryline.org/ https://badbuddhistmovie.com/ As always, I want to stress the importance of supporting the artists that are featured on this series, whether that’s through buying their music and merch, attending one of their concerts, or even simply following them on social media. Squeeze is indeed very active, recording and touring both as a band, and Glenn Tilbrook and Chris Difford with their respective solo endeavors--see them in whatever capacity you're able. Additionally, keep up to date on all their latest doings at http://www.squeezeofficial.com/ and through their social media (@squeezeogram on, appropriately, Instagram and @squeezeofficial on Twitter). Questions/Comments/Suggestions: albuminfinitum@gmail.com Find us on Twitter and Instagram: @AlbumInfinitum --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/album-infinitum/support

On this edition of Album Infinitum, Cool for Cats. The album that spawned the classic singles "Goodbye Girl," "Up the Junction," "Cool for Cats," and "Slap and Tickle," Cool for Cats is largely considered by Difford and Tilbrook to be the first proper Squeeze album, it cemented the band's placement as one of the best pop bands of all time, and put them at the crest of the crashing New Wave. In the co-host seat for this episode is the wonderful Mr. Jason Woodbury. Jason is a member of the Zia Records home office team, a music writer, a musician, part of Aquarium Drunkard (be sure to check out the AD podcast Transmissions!), and just an all around great guy--especially to talk music with. Find him on Twitter at @jasonpwoodbury and @aquadrunkard. As always, I want to stress the importance of supporting the artists that are featured on this series, whether that’s through buying their music and merch, attending one of their concerts, or even simply following them on social media. Squeeze is indeed very active, recording and touring both as a band, and Glenn Tilbrook and Chris Difford with their respective solo endeavors--see them in whatever capacity you're able. Additionally, keep up to date on all their latest doings at http://www.squeezeofficial.com/ and through their social media (@squeezeogram on, appropriately, Instagram and @squeezeofficial on Twitter). Questions/Comments/Suggestions: albuminfinitum@gmail.com Find us on Twitter and Instagram: @AlbumInfinitum --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/album-infinitum/support

And so it begins! Squeeze is absolutely one of the best bands of all time, whether you know it or not, and we kick things off with their stutter step of a start, the John Cale-produced eponymous debut (or U.K. Squeeze if you bought the album stateside in 1978). The album features one of the greatest singles of all time, "Take Me, I'm Yours," and gives an uneven first impression from there, though the Difford and Tilbrook songwriting partnership and trademark vocal dynamic flourish throughout. Joining this discussion is guest co-host Paul Mosier (@mosier_paul on Twitter), whose novels for middle grade readers--Train I Ride, Echos Sister, and the forthcoming Summer and July (2020)--are available from HarperCollins publishing at any fine book selling establishment. As always, I want to stress the importance of supporting the artists that are featured on this series, whether that’s through buying their music and merch, attending one of their concerts, or even simply following them on social media. Squeeze is indeed very active, recording and touring both as a band, and Glenn Tilbrook and Chris Difford with their respective solo endeavors--see them in whatever capacity you're able. Additionally, keep up to date on all their latest doings at http://www.squeezeofficial.com/ and through their social media (@squeezeogram on, appropriately, Instagram and @squeezeofficial on Twitter). Questions/Comments/Suggestions: albuminfinitum@gmail.com Find us on Twitter and Instagram: @AlbumInfinitum --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/album-infinitum/support

Hey all you cool cats and mussel pullers….I hope you can be tempted to squeeze in some time to listen to episode 122 of Love That Album Podcast. For this month’s episode, I am joined again by guitarist Shane Pacey to talk about Squeeze. This is the band that has over its history combined hook-laden melodies with tales of human frailty and surviving difficult circumstances. You can smile and dance to the music before you realise, “Hey, that’s a song about infidelity / domestic violence / being arrested for stealing because you can’t afford to feed your unborn child”…..oh and they wrote a song about masturbation (but it wasn’t the one I thought it was for a long time). Nominally, we tasked ourselves with delving into the band’s third long player, Argybargy. However, as is customary at LTA Headquarters, we spent a lot of time discussing Squeeze as an entity as well as the record under focus. Were Difford and Tilbrook really the new Lennon and McCartney of their day? Could their songs have worked in the twenties around the piano in an old British Music Hall environment? What were Butlins holiday camps? All these questions and many more are skirted around on this episode. You can download the show from Spotify, Stitcher or iTunes (search for “Love That Album podcast”) or from the website at http://lovethatalbum.blogspot.com. Once again, my huge thanks go to Shane for taking the time out to join me on the show and giving “some old chat”. You can (and should) check out his brand of blues at either https://shanepaceytrio.com.au or at https://bondicigars.com/. If you like Bert Jansch, Shane has a great new album called The Gardener available at https://shanepacey.bandcamp.com/album/the-gardener which would definitely have been approved of by the great man. Send the show feedback at rrrkitchen@yahoo.com.au (written or mp3 voicemail) or join the Facebook group at http://www.facebook.com/groups/lovethatalbum. If you’d consider writing an iTunes review or recommending the show to a friend, we’d be immensely grateful.  If you enjoy what you hear, please tell a friend or ten to tune in.

Something a little different for today's episode. Not only did we film this episode in partnership with Maison Margiela's new fragrance, Mutiny, but we also had a more structured chat about what mutiny means to us - such as destroying archaic ideas of motherhood, teenage rebellion, and being yourself...tune in & be sure to head over to IGTV to watch the episode, & leave a question for part II.

Enjoy an encyclopaedic deep dive into our Western Australian native bush food with specialist Dale Tilbrook, owner of Maalinup gallery in the Swan Valley. Dale provides insights into traditional aboriginal food and eating habits, how and where Aboriginal people migrated during the year for food as well as traditional farming methods. She provides guidance for typical bush food we can easily look for as well as where to go to learn more within this very wide topic area. There is a further discussion about how bush food can be added to traditional west recipes as well as re-shaping recipes themselves. Dale also gives a commentary on the current state of the bush food industry. It becomes quite clear from this conversation that the state of Western Australia has more to offer our diet than we realise and tap into.Forage for Dale at:Website: www.maalinup.com.au/Facebook: www.facebook.com/maalinup/

Lucie and I met 2 years ago when she tattooed my brows - and changed my life. No longer do I rely on my 10 (lol) eyebrow hairs. On today's episode, we discuss tattoos & cosmetic tattooing (naturally) Playboy (yup) parenting, and drugs. Actually, we discuss so many things - I can't summarise it all here. It was such an honest & open chat. We went out for lunch after & let it continue... Get comfy, get a cuppa, enjoy.

Laura Attridge and Jonathan Tilbrook discuss opera production and the challenges staging Benjamin Britten's problematic opera Rape of Lucretia in the #MeToo era.  Trinity Laban's production of Rape of Lucretia is on 6, 7 and 8 July 2018 at Stratford Arts Circus, London. Tickets are £15. More details here >> https://www.trinitylaban.ac.uk/whats-on/britten-the-rape-of-lucretia-2

Claytron and Chet talk losing weight, appendicitis, entrenpreneurship, working for ‘The Man’ versus working for yourself, the grind, DJing, nuggets, and more before Clay closes another barn-burner with Clay’s Reviews. Send questions, topics, Poor Posture of the Week/Listen to this Fxck Shxt suggestions to welcometothepoddy@gmail.com Website: https://www.welcometothepoddy.com Find Chet on: Website: https://www.motherlodenuggeteria.com http://www.chetknows.com IG: https://www.instagram.com/motherlodenuggeteria/ https://www.instagram.com/merylcreep.exe/ https://www.instagram.com/chetknows/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/chetknows Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/thechet https://www.facebook.com/motherlodenuggeteria/ Socials: IG: https://www.instagram.com/claytron23/ https://www.instagram.com/international_te/ https://www.instagram.com/welcometothepoddy/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/claytron_ https://twitter.com/TheeUnoCinco https://twitter.com/WelcomePoddy Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/WelcomeToThePoddy/ **PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO RATE AND REVIEW US 5 STARS, IT REALLY HELPS!!**

Picks from across the week on In Tune with Sean Rafferty. His guests this week include the world renowned a cappella group The King's Singers, celebrating its 50th anniversary this year. Tenor James Gilchrist and pianist Anna Tilbrook reflect on 20 years working together, and Kyra Humphreys celebrates two decades with the Royal Northern Sinfonia. Plus choreographer Frank Andersen, one of the world's leading experts on Bournonville ballets.

Aboriginal elder Dale Tilbrook talks about traditional bush tucker, using our tasty Australian ingredients to flavour our food at home and Aboriginal spirituality.

If you like to knit your socks both toe up and cuff down, you're probably already familiar with British designer Louise Tilbrook. If not, listen in for her take on all things yarn and running a business within the industry by night, and working as a scientist during the day. In Enablers' Corner, there;s a quick rundown of Edinburgh Yarn festival purchases, with mentions for Knockando Woolmill and Whistlebare Yarns. The main interview segment is with Louise, where we cover all the usual questions that you hear in the entrepreneur interviews. Finally, Clare Devine rejoins us with her top tips from knitting toe up socks in the Sock Surgery. Shownotes, as always, are availabel at www.shinybees.com. Music from this episode is from Music Alley and is 'I Need a Drink' by Adam and the Walter Boys.

I first met Glenn Tilbrook two years back in a hotel bar roughly 40 minutes or so outside of downtown Austin, Texas. I was nursing a whiskey after a long day’s work and overheard the older gentleman describing a corporate music gig in a soft spoken English accent. It took me longer than I care to admit that the guy sitting next to me was the frontman of one of the greatest pop group of the last 30 years. I’m also slightly embarrassed to admit that I slipped into interviewer mode a few times during that conversation — and subsequent conversations the following two nights, asking Tilbrook about my favorite Squeeze song, “Up the Junction.” A typically upbeat song musically, the number seems to take an abrupt tonal shift in lyrics roughly halfway through when, seemingly without warning, things shift from white picket fences to alcoholism and broken relationships. “I’d never thought of it like that,” Tilbrook answered. “I’d always just thought it was realistic. Fair enough. And really a pretty solid encapsulation of the musician’s approach to the world — a realist with the undeniable propensity toward perfect pop hooks. Fitting then, that things got a bit real in the tour bus parked just outside of the City Winery ahead of a Tilbrook solo show, as we spoke of matters of songwriting and life.

Glenn Tilbrook, lead singer and guitarist for Squeeze, talks about the writing of such classic songs as 'Cool for Cats', 'Up the Junction', 'Pulling Mussels (From the Shell)', 'Another Nail in my Heart', 'Tempted', 'Hourglass', 'Some Fantastic Place' and more. In addition to describing his 40+ year songwriting partnership with Chris Difford, Glenn also talks about some of the songs from his new album Happy Ending.

Lyricist and songwriter Chris Difford, known for his work in Squeeze, talks about the writing of such classic songs as 'Cool for Cats', 'Up the Junction', 'Pulling Mussels (From the Shell)', 'Tempted', 'King George Street', 'Hourglass', 'Some Fantastic Place' and more. In addition to describing his 40+ year songwriting partnership with Glenn Tilbrook, Chris also talks about some of the songs from solo albums like Cashmere if You Can, and his collaborations with a number of other artists.

Designer Alley is back with the wonderful Louise Tilbrook and she can be found on Ravelry as LouiseTilbrook, Facebook as Louise Tilbrook Designs and on her blog http://madmum-knittingforsanity.blogspot.co.uk/ Wots e Craic - Spritly Knitter Videocast Coming Up - Highland Wool Festival 24 May in Dingwall Mart, Knitting Pipeline Maine Retreat 21-25 September Runny Runny Runny Pass It On - Curious Handmade and Vintage Amanda Swap & Knitalong Me Me Me Drams - Glen Grant Majors Reserve Single Malt Whisky Shoppy Section Contact me - Ravelry - LouiseHunt, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest - CaithnessCraft. Flickr - LouiseJ2010 www.caithnesscraftcollective.podbean.com The music is from Marc Gunn with Wild Mountain Thyme and you can go buy this from www.musicalley.com

With Kirsty Lang. When poet Sharon Olds' husband told her he was leaving her, she took out her notebook and started writing. Her new volume, Stag's Leap, charts the death of that marriage in a collection of poems now shortlisted for the T S Eliot Prize for Poetry. Sharon Olds is known for being a poet of the personal, and she joins Kirsty to discuss her latest revelations. A black female lead character is a rare sight in television, which is why Scandal - a new drama from the US about political corruption - has attracted attention. It stars Kerry Washington as Olivia Pope, a crisis-management expert in Washington DC, and is loosely based on Judy Smith, former press aide to President George H. W. Bush. Gaylene Gould reviews. Elena, a new film from Russian director Andrey Zvyagintsev, won the Cannes Film Festival's Un Certain Regard Special Jury Prize earlier this year. Elena is forced to fight for an inheritance from her wealthy husband, in a modern take on the classic noir. Author A D Miller, a former Moscow correspondent for The Economist, discusses what the film tells us about contemporary Russia. Chris Difford and Glenn Tilbrook of the band Squeeze are preparing to tour the UK next month. Following each performance they will be behind the counter of their Pop-Up Shop, where they'll be selling recordings of that evening's concert. Tilbrook and Difford discuss this new venture, the first music they've written together for 14 years, and what it's like to sing the old hits more than 30 years on. Producer Rebecca Nicholson.

From the mid 70s through to the late 90s, Chris Difford and Glenn Tilbrook had a songwriting partnership that had the pundits comparing them to Lennon/McCartney. Don’t feel under any pressure, guys. As mainstays of the band Squeeze, Tilbrook’s music and Difford’s lyrics covered a multitude of subjects including spouse abuse, living under cramped conditions, infidelity, and wanking. They survived the new wave label and later on, the AOR label to just make great songs till Squeeze’s demise. Both men have recorded great solo albums, and different to their Squeeze output. Difford’s lyrics have become very personal, and on his latest album “Cashmere If You Can”, he sounds like he’s been listening to a lot of Loudon Wainwright III records. On episode 18 of Love That Album, I talk about “Cashmere If You Can” and how it sounds like a public type of therapy of Difford. Download the show from either http://lovethatalbum.blogspot.com or by searching for “lovethatalbum” in the iTunes store. Send written or mp3 feedback to rrrkitchen@yahoo.com.au