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Season 18, Episode 9: With the power outage in Lisbon it's Daniel Norcross stepping in this week as Adam returns to a familiar sofa under the Jardine portrait in Tooting. Fronting the agenda are off-field discussions following our Richard Gould interview, extending to how the English game might look after its latest review. The County Championship is never dull, with the Foxes of Leicestershire hunting for their first promotion as the Surrey machine clicks into top gear for the first time in 2025. There's also plenty of action to recap in the Women's One Day Cup before Ben Jones (on his 30th birthday!) takes us to India where the rest of the world is so focused – a staggering 35-ball ton by 14-year-old Vaibhav Suryavanshi in the IPL. Support the show with a Nerd Pledge at ⁠⁠patreon.com/thefinalword⁠⁠ Tickets for our Wormsley match, August 18: ⁠⁠uk.emma-live.com/WormsleyFinal2025⁠⁠ Subscribe to the Wisden Cricketers' Almanack and never pay RRP for it again: www.wisdenalmanack.com/subscribe Get your big NordVPN discount: ⁠⁠nordvpn.com/tfw⁠⁠ Sort out expat finances with Odin Mortgage & Tax: ⁠⁠odinmortgage.com/partner/the-final-word⁠⁠ Maurice Blackburn Lawyers - fighting for the rights of workers since 1919: ⁠⁠mauriceblackburn.com.au⁠⁠ Get 10% off Glenn Maxwell's sunnies: ⁠⁠t20vision.com/FINALWORD⁠⁠ Save more, earn more—up to 4.48% AER (variable). Interest rates are tiered, with the top rate for balances over £1M. Each tiered rate applies to the portion within that range. New Tide members get these rates free for 6 months; after that, your Tide plan's rates apply. For full offer T&Cs visit ⁠⁠https://tide.co/savings⁠⁠ Claim your £100 cash back (for a £5k deposit) at: ⁠⁠https://tide.co/offers/tfw⁠⁠ Find previous episodes at ⁠⁠finalwordcricket.com⁠⁠ Title track by ⁠⁠Urthboy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Lords: * Jenni * Rebecca * https://toots.ravenoak.dev/@rebecca * Weft Magazine: https://www.weftmagazine.com/ Topics: * Getting emotionally ambushed by a children's toy piano * https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8g8fzwmnw8M * https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvhdHkugIPE * All the non-art things you have to do to get external validation about your art * Explaining where owls come from * The Witches are Coming (excerpt) by Lindy West * https://playingintheworldgame.com/2021/11/15/the-witches-are-coming-by-lindy-west/ * Ask Me About Loom(s in video games) * Festive gazelles, vampire christmas, and the rest of the christmas card project: https://ravel.me/ggggbbybby/swc * What's a gamp? https://ravel.me/ggggbbybby/js2cawg * In case you need comfy fingering in your life: https://www.knitpicks.com/yarn/comfy-fingering/c/5420197 * The ravelry forum where we play old-lady Minecraft: https://www.ravelry.com/discuss/warped-weavers Microtopics: * Weft: for weavers! * The Weft Zone. * A two and a half foot piano with five notes on it. * Are you the width of your arm? * Pushing a button to increase your team's number. * A white paper about how to not get a divorce when you go to burning man together. * Teaching kids all the animal names, even the ones they'll never encounter, like how we used to teach kids all the state capitals even for the states they'll never visit. * A bird with polka dot wings that could fly over the sea, and John Legend sings about it. * Expecting your child to eventually go through every age. * Now that your kid is 40, he can clean the poop from his own balls. * The umbilical cord being connected to weird meat inside your body. * Kidney bean figures connected by glowing blue lines in the astral plane. * Being paid to stay at home and solve puzzles on you computer. (And go to Zoom meetings.) * All the non-art things you need to do to get your art out there. * The Loom on Loom Island. * Exhibiting at Maker Fair and explaining how a loom works 50,000 times. * Happy last year's birthday! I made you something and it took me this long to finish it. * Getting a fanbase who has a parasocial relationship with you and having to pretend not to be a crotchety asshole. * What it takes to run a personal Mastodon instance. * Getting a call from the school and they're like "your instance isn't federating with the other instances, we need you to come pick it up." * Explaining to a six year old about sexual reproduction, DNA, mutations, and speciation so you can explain where owls come from. * Explaining to your baby that talking is when an organ vibrates in your throat that makes the air vibrate, but he doesn't know what air is, he thinks there's an ether. * What music you can play with the pentatonic scale. * Poko the cockatiel sitting Totoro. * The intern at the mobile factory who spent an afternoon downloading a hundred bootleg MIDIs so that the mobile plays. * Tooting the bad cone inside the house. * The person who would be playing the trumpet in your relationship. * Seeing someone knitting incorrectly in a TV show. * Patching better jokes into the hat DLC. * Using a sequence of transpilers to get your code from point A to point B. * People who make game engines wanting your to touch the engine as much as possible. * Wanting to declare a global variable and the developers say you can't do that but they point you to the bespoke language feature that does the same thing as global variables but in a much more complicated way. * Playing the Frog Fractions text adventure with a gamepad. * Funny looking pirates who are secretly advertisements. * Kidney beans, swans, and other delicious things. * Learning a song from a dye pot that turns things green. * A piano guitar that you just press on. * Showing your husband the Wikipedia page that proves that you hobby exists and he's like "anybody can edit Wikipedia." * Making a sculpture of the Eiffel tower without looking at any references and it ends up just being a letter A with the word "Paris" written nearby. * A coked-up knitting machine. * Spring has sprung so sprang your sprang. * Heddles and treadles and gamps. * Some of your best Comfy Fingering, please. * Basic Sour. * Smelling things in your mouth. * Getting tired of sucking your baby's snot through a tube and getting an electric appropriate. * Starting up Morrowind and being immediately presented with a guy who has a bad case of Bethesda Face. * The thirteen games that have looms in them. * The looms in Assassin's Creed being kind of historically accurate because Ubisoft's whole thing is being kind of historically accurate. * Subscribing to a service that periodically sends you different swatches of cloth so you can disassemble them and figure out how they're woven. * Festive Gazelles. * Happy Vampire Christmas! * Forum drama on Ravelry that ends up with the web designer no longer being allowed to talk directly to customers. * Creative mode for Minecraft except for a bunch of old ladies. * If you lose your bird bone just wait for another bird to hit your window. * Magazines as extremely slow podcasts. * Updating your gender and getting rid of your loser middle name while you're at it.

Dale Earnhardt Jr. is back with his wife Amy Earnhardt in the Bless Your ‘Hardt studios after a rough week feeling under the weather. Despite feeling sick, Dale and Amy haven't missed a beat. They talk about Dale's music cleanse, celebrities at the racetrack, farting in the oval office, and is it time to get rid of the Elvis room? Plus they play a new game called “Love it, Hate it, Cringey AF”, and as usual #AskAmy closes out the show! Timestamps:16:03 Mouse in the House26:20 Celebs at the Track35:16 Tooting in the Oval Office48:27 Love it, Hate it, Cringey AF58:58 #AskAmy

On today's show, Jase has a temper on the road, Mike's got a bone to pick with Frujus and Keyzie's set up an email for you to send in your questions. (00:00) Intro: Mogey loves bad weather for everybody else (02:29) Pugs is in to chat tooting etiquette (07:15) Tooting chat turns to road rage chat (10:45) Jase's road rage story (14:36) Fruju Chat, with The Big Show (19:07) Vanilla Radio: Fruju Chat (22:03) Intro: Keyzie has a hard time finishing (23:46) We're starting an email (28:16) Big Show Improv (33:17) Email us! (36:57) Intro: We're switching up the Night 'n Day order (39:33) The final golf prep before our match against Breakfast (44:39) What's On The Telly, With Mike Minogue (48:53) Vinyl Chat (51:49) Farewell Follow The Big Show on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/haurakibigshow Subscribe to the podcast now on iHeartRadio, YouTube, or wherever you get your podcasts! Featuring Jason Hoyte, Mike Minogue, and Keyzie, "The Big Show" drive you home weekdays from 4pm on Radio Hauraki. Providing a hilarious escape from reality for those ‘backbone’ New Zealanders with plenty of laughs and out-the-gate yarns. Download the full podcast here: iHeartRadio: www.iheart.com/podcast/1049-the-hauraki-big-show-71532051/?follow=true Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-hauraki-big-show/id1531952388 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/20OF8YadmJmvzWa7TGRnDISee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Tooting's finest outdoor Barista, Benny P is back for a brand-new instalment of MisAdventuresWe dive into our own chaotic lives, from Ben's broken coffee van, to Tom's winter book-writing, to 2025 coffee trends and an upcoming 10-year soberversary.Last time, Ben spent half the recording blissfully unaware of what AMA stood for—until the penny finally dropped. So, naturally, we're launching a new feature: WTF Does That Mean?And, to top it all off, Ben pulls out a title from Tom's personal archive of funny (and often embarrassing) life stories. In the official segment of Great British MisAdventures.Follow Ben:https://www.instagram.com/mr.bennypalmer/https://www.instagram.com/trailsidecoffee/Chapters:00:00 Intro01:04 How 2025 is going04:53 Stats from last episode08:14 'Protein' correction10:26 Ben's Broken Van19:17 Making Trailside more resillient24:15 Ben's Running plans for 202529:38 Tom's struggle to get back into Running33:29 Winter Writing Challenge Update49:06 Upcoming Soberversary01:04:48 Fiona English Episode01:06:55 Pete Coopers Episode01:10:37 Deo Kato's Episode01:18:52 Top 10 compilation01:21:16 Coming up on the podcast01:22:34 Coffee Corner: Is fresh actually best with ground coffee?01:29:48 Coffee Corner: The 2025 Trend01:33:57 WTF Does that mean?01:43:13 Great British Misadventures

Patrick Fitzgerald in conversation with David Eastaugh https://patrickfitzgerald.bandcamp.com/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7Zr_w9cxtQ Patrick Fitzgerald, singer and bass player in Kitchens of Distinction. After Kitchens he was: Fruit, one half of three fabulous duos - Lost Girls | The April Seven | Oskar's Drum - and solo he is Stephen Hero. He has been releasing records under all these guises and more since 1987. Kitchens of Distinction (sometimes shortened colloquially to KoD) formed in Tooting, South London in 1986. The trio consist of lead singer and bassist Patrick Fitzgerald, guitarist Julian Swales and drummer Daniel Goodwin. The band were considered part of the shoegaze subgenre and released four studio albums before disbanding in 1996. In September 2012, Patrick Fitzgerald announced Kitchens of Distinction's reunion, followed by the 2013 release of their fifth album, their first in 19 years.

To welcome in the New Year, Grace is joined by politician Sadiq Khan. Born in south London, to British Pakistani parents, he is one of eight children and was MP for Tooting before becoming London's mayor in 2016. Now in his third term, Sadiq and Grace talk about how doughnuts fuel him during elections, the art of screwing up a tuna pasta bake, and where he'd like to take Donald Trump for dinner next time the president-elect is in town.

Start Name Artist Album Year Comments A Carol Celebration: Carol of The Bells; Joy To The World; The First Noel; Silent Night; Away In A Manger; We Three Kings; Ding Dong Merrily On High; In The Bleak Midwinter; Adeste Fideles Aaron Hawthorne The Most Wurlitzer Time of the Year [NETOA CDHLW1008] 2024 3-12 Wurlitzer, New Victoria Centre, Howden le Wear; ex New Victoria/Gaumont/Odeon Bradford 5:42 Mele Kalikimaka Aaron Hawthorne The Most Wurlitzer Time of the Year [NETOA CDHLW1008] 2024 3-12 Wurlitzer, New Victoria Centre, Howden le Wear; ex New Victoria/Gaumont/Odeon Bradford 9:29 Purple Snowflakes Nathan Avakian, Claire Avakian When The World Falls In Love 2024 5-80 Wurlitzer, Place de la Musique, Sanfilippo Estate, Barrington, IL 13:05 God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen Nathan Avakian When The World Falls In Love 2024 5-80 Wurlitzer, Place de la Musique, Sanfilippo Estate, Barrington, IL 17:11 Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas Jackie Brown Concert Recording Stars Wish You A Merry Christmas [CR S070] 4-14 Wurlitzer, Granada Theatre, Tooting, London 22:00 A Very Merry Christmas, Pt. 1: Carillon; Home Sweet Home; Sir Roger de Coverly; Vive l'Amour; Landlord Fill The Flowing Bowl; Little Brown Jug; Drinking Sidney Torch Organ Oddities and Novelties [NTOT Kinura Cassette NCM 214] 1933 4-36 Christie, Regal Cinema, Marble Arch, London 25:44 When Santa Claus Gets Your Letter Ron Rhode Christmas With Ron Rhode [Stereo OSP 107] 1981 3-23 Wurlitzer, Organ Stop Pizza, Mesa, AZ 27:53 Good King Wenceslas Korla Pandit Christmas With Korla Pandit [Fantasy 3350] 1962 Unknown theatre pipe organ 28:57 Mistletoe And Holly Helen Dell I Feel Christmas [Malar MAL 2017] 1972 Unknown 30:58 Little Drummer Boy Phil Kelsall A Wurlitzer Christmas [Crimson CRIMCD183] 1998 3-14 Wurlitzer, Tower Ballroom, Blackpool 34:06 Jingle Bell Rock Lance Luce Christmas At The Senate 2004 4-34 Wurlitzer, Senate Theatre, Detroit, MI 37:24 Lo, How A Rose E're Blooming Christian Elliott Christmas At The Collection [CPE Productions CPE-107CD] 2011 4-74 Wurlitzer, Nethercutt Collection, Sylmar, CA 40:31 Swinging Sleighride; Snow Coach Nigel Ogden A Wurlitzer Christmas Celebration [OS Digital OS210] 1994 4-20 Wurlitzer, Free Trade Hall, Manchester; ex Paramount/Odeon, Manchester 43:33 The Skaters' Waltz Robert Wolfe Sleigh Ride [Thursford TC-TE-19] 1989 3-19 Wurlitzer, The Thursford Collection, Fakenham, Norfolk 46:41 Hallelujah Chorus from The Messiah Monte Maxwell Deck The Hall [Historic Organ Restoration Committee CD] 2020 7-449 Midmer Losh, Boardwalk Hall, Atlantic City, NJ 51:14 Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Dave Wickerham 2011 Sanfilippo Foundation Christmas Concert 2011 5-80 Wurlitzer, Sanfilippo Residence, Barrington, IL 55:29 We Need A Little Christmas Scott Foppiano Christmas At The Arlington [SBTOS CD] 2008 4-27 Robert Morton, Arlington Theatre, Santa Barbara; ex 1929 Loew's Jersey Theatre, Jersey City (4-23) 59:10 We Wish You A Merry Christmas Bob Ralston It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas [Ralston Concerts CD] 1992 3-21 Grande Barton, Granada Theatre, Kansas City, KS

First up, an enthusiastic but short-lived idea to resurrect local radio phone-in shows on the pod. Then there's some really big news from Joe when he reveals he's given up drinking Coke Zero and is also trying to cut down on processed foods. In an attempt to avoid the dreaded ‘snipers ally', Joe's now all about less bacon, fewer evening biccies and brown pasta with his meatballs. And it turns out David's pretty consumed with a healthy diet too and now only buys from farm shops. Then the chat turn to David's very busy trip to Ikea, the time Joe's dad helped him renovate his flat in Tooting and an update on metal detecting. It's all of life of Chatabix today. FOR ALL THINGS CHATABIX'Y FOLLOW/SUBSCRIBE/CONTACT: YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@chatabixpodcast Twitter: https://twitter.com/chatabix1 Insta: https://www.instagram.com/chatabixpodcast/ Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/chatabix Merch: https://chatabixshop.com/ Contact us: chatabix@yahoo.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Start Name Artist Album Year Comments Canadian Capers Reginald Dixon Blackpool Switchback, Vol 2 [Sterndale STE 3107] 1934 2-10 Wurlitzer, Tower Ballroom, Blackpool 3:12 Dixon Hits - No 8 Part 2: At the Café Continental; Empty Saddles; A Pretty Girl is Like a Melody Reginald Dixon Dixon Hits Vol. 1 [Sterndale STE 3100] 1936 3-13 Wurlitzer, Tower Ballroom, Blackpool 7:01 Gulliver's Travels - Part 1: Faithful Forever; It's A Hap-Hap-Happy Day; Bluebirds In The Moonlight; We're All Together Now Reginald Dixon Dixontime - Plays The Granada Wurlitzers [Grasmere GRCD106] 1940 4-14 Wurlitzer, Granada Theatre, Tooting, London 10:17 Dancing At The Tower - No 4 Part 1: Mary Rose; Life's Desires; Mockin' Bird Hill Reginald Dixon Transfers by Ross McNeillie 1951 3-14 Wurlitzer, Tower Ballroom, Blackpool 14:13 Dancing to Dixon - No 2 - Foxtrots: Lonely; If You Love Me; You, You, You Reginald Dixon Reginald Dixon 'at The Organ' [REXX 332] 1954 3-14 Wurlitzer, Tower Ballroom, Blackpool 17:28 Nights Of Gladness Reginald Dixon At The Blackpool Tower [WRC T 653] 1962 3-14 Wurlitzer, Tower Ballroom, Blackpool 21:09 Serenade To A Beautiful Day Reginald Dixon At Your Request [Columbia SCX 6131] 1967 3-14 Wurlitzer, Tower Ballroom, Blackpool 24:11 Deep Purple Reginald Dixon Back In Blackpool [World Record Club T875] 1971 3-14 Wurlitzer, Tower Ballroom, Blackpool 27:39 King Cotton Reginald Dixon This Is My Song [Columbia SCX 6496] 1972 3-13 Wurlitzer, BBC Playhouse Theatre, Manchester; ex-Empress Ballroom, Blackpool 30:25 Cuban Love Song; Indian Summer; There's A Rainbow 'Round My Shoulder Reginald Dixon Isn't This A Lovely Day [EMI NTS 205] 1980 3-19 Wurlitzer, Thursford Collection, Norfolk, England; ex Paramount/Odeon Leeds 34:41 Dancing Through The Years: See Me Dance The Polka; Stephanie Gavotte; Who's Sorry Now?; The Snake Horace Finch At the Organ of the Empress Ballroom Blackpool [BBC REC 129 M] 1959 3-13 Wurlitzer, Empress Ballroom, Blackpool 40:17 I Can Give You The Starlight Horace Finch Cinema Organ Encores Vol 57 [Deroy 1110] 1974 3-13 Wurlitzer, Empress Ballroom, Blackpool 43:41 Harry Warren Hits: September In The Rain; We re In The Money; I Only Have Eyes For You; Lullaby Of Broadway Horace Finch BBC Broadcast Excerpts: Empress Ballroom 3-13 Wurlitzer, Empress Ballroom, Blackpool 47:03 Finch Favourites, No. 9: The Singing Hills; Don't Ever Pass Me By; Shake Down The Stars Horace Finch REX 9832 1940 3-13 Wurlitzer, Opera House, Blackpool 51:06 Kiss Me Again Horace Finch Cinema Organ Encores Vol 70 [Deroy 1235] 1975 3-13 Wurlitzer, Empress Ballroom, Blackpool; recordings 1952 to 1960; LP released 1975 53:36 Loin Du Bal Watson Holmes Cinema Organ Encores Vol 10 [Deroy 886] 3-13 Wurlitzer, Opera House, Blackpool 56:32 Midnight Tango Watson Holmes Cinema Organ Encores Vol 10 [Deroy 886] 3-13 Wurlitzer, Opera House, Blackpool 58:26 Valse Bleue Watson Holmes Cinema Organ Encores Vol 77 [Deroy 1326] 3-13 Wurlitzer, Opera House, Blackpool 61:16 The Buzzing Bees (Samba) Watson Holmes Cinema Organ Encores Vol 77 [Deroy 1326] 3-13 Wurlitzer, Opera House, Blackpool 62:53 Musical Comedy: Hallelujah!; Lover, Come Back To Me; Who?; Gold And Silver Watson Holmes Cinema Organ Encores Vol 10 [Deroy 886] proc 3-13 Wurlitzer, Opera House, Blackpool

This Friday, MPs are challenged with an enormous question of conscience - should we allow people with six months left to live the right to die at a time of their choosing? Joining Nish and Coco is Rosena Allin-Khan, Labour MP for Tooting and A&E Doctor, to help us understand the strong feelings on both sides of the debate, the difficult decision that MPs are grappling with and how she decided which way she will vote.As the UK reels in the wake of Storm Bert, climate change lawyer Tessa Khan celebrates a victory in the legal fight against fossil fuels and tells us why the UK could lead the world on the environment.A petition calling for a General Election only months after the last one makes Nish's blood boil. And have you ever wondered what  Keir Starmer likes to cook? A clue: it involves pasta, and it's not very exciting. ** We have a special competition for listeners to win tickets to a special preview screening of the film Rumours, starring Cate Blanchett, next Thursday 05/12/24. To win up to two tickets,  we're asking what your political highlight was this year - they can be funny, sad, insightful or inspiring. To enter, fill in this form: https://tinyurl.com/45s5uz7t   ** Guests:Rosena Allin-KhanTessa Khan Useful Links:Stop Rosebank - https://www.stopcambo.org.uk/ Audio Credits:ITV NewsLBCBBC Sky News  Pod Save the UK is a Reduced Listening production for Crooked Media.Contact us via email: PSUK@reducedlistening.co.ukInsta: https://instagram.com/podsavetheukTwitter: https://twitter.com/podsavetheukTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@podsavetheukFacebook: https://facebook.com/podsavetheukYoutube: https://www.youtube.com/@PodSavetheUK

Joining us today is a man whose voice is at the heart of some of the BBC's most powerful conversations. He's an award-winning journalist, interviewer, and radio presenter known for his quick wit, depth, and relentless curiosity: it's the brilliant Amol Rajan!In this episode, Amol takes us through his fascinating journey from a state school in Tooting to the hallowed halls of Cambridge, reflecting on the mentors who helped shape his career and the tenacity that led him to become the youngest-ever editor of The Independent. He also opens up about the challenges of balancing a demanding broadcasting career with fatherhood, his unique approach to interviews that have drawn icons like Bill Gates, Nile Rodgers and Billie Jean King, and the life-changing impact of losing his father. With humour and heart, Amol shares his philosophy on ambition, resilience, and the joys of family life, offering a glimpse into what drives him both on and off the air.If you're eager for more, catch Amol on The Today Programme, University Challenge, and his acclaimed BBC interview series.For all the latest news, click here to follow us on Instagram!***Please take the time to rate and review us on Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your pods. It means a great deal to the show and will make it easier for other potential listeners to find us. Thanks!*** Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

“Recorded on a Sunday morning at the glorious Tooting Bec Lido where swimmers were enjoying the last of the summer sun.”

Hi, travel health listeners! Today, travel medicine specialists Drs. Paul Pottinger ("Germ") & Chris Sanford ("Worm") answer your travel health questions:When should I get a tetanus booster?Why do I toot when I fly? Why does flu usually come from Southeast Asia each winter? Wassup with Alaskapox?Why are viruses named for the place where they are discovered?Can I safely get a tattoo in Thailand?Tips for traveling with young kids?We hope you enjoy this podcast! If so, please subscribe to our RSS feed and share with your friends! We would so appreciate your rating and review to help us grow our audience. And, please send us your questions and travel health anecdotes: germandworm@gmail.com.Our Disclaimer: The Germ and Worm Podcast is designed to inform, inspire, and entertain. However, this podcast does NOT establish a doctor-patient relationship, and it should NOT replace your conversation with a qualified healthcare professional. Please see one before your next adventure. The opinions in this podcast are Dr. Sanford's & Dr. Pottinger's alone, and do not necessarily represent the opinions of the University of Washington or UW Medicine.

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Today the Mayor of London, Sadiq Khan joins us in the studio.  Sadiq has just won a historic third term as London Mayor but his road to political success has been an unlikely one. When he emerged in politics it was dominated by white public school boys but being one of eight who was raised in a council flat in Tooting by his parents who worked as a seamstress and a bus driver became his USP.  Sadiq's career has seen him become a human rights lawyer, being elected MP for his community in Tooting and becoming a Labour Cabinet Minister. But his greatest impact has come as London's longest serving mayor.  Today Sadiq talks about the recent race riots in the UK, how they personally affected him and his family and how the recent events show in our now divisive society we need to truly listen to one another and hold social media companies to account.  He also calls out those in power who have used hateful language for their own gain and after Donald Trump's war of words during his presidency led to him having increased security, how anxious Sadiq is about the prospect of the former president retaking power.  Whatever your view on politics or politicians (Sadiq knows how we all feel about politicians!) I hope you find Sadiq's journey inspiring. What I love most though is Sadiq's words about allyship so I hope this episode inspires you to speak up and show up for the groups in our society that need us most. If his words or story resonate with you, as always I would love to hear from you - get in touch with me via social media @joshsmithhosts - it is always great hearing from you. Love, Josh x Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Scott had a great chat with Susie Chan on all things adventure, life, and running.  We aim to make more content to inspire big efforts from regular, amazing, humans.  Enjoy!   From her book blurb: Susie Chan is an icon of endurance running. Since taking up running at the age of 35, she has completed the legendary Marathon des Sables more times than any other British woman, set the 12-hour treadmill World Record and was one of the first women to finish all the World Marathon Majors. Susie's story is an inspirational fight against the odds. From leaving a dysfunctional marriage, managing as a single mum and tackling cancer treatment, Susie has had her fair share of adversity. Throughout it all, running has kept her going. She always finds a reason to lace up her shoes and hit the road – or the track, trail or tread. Her mantra: You never regret a run. From the Moroccan desert, the Peruvian jungle and the sweltering Death Valley, to Susie's local South Downs and a running track in Tooting, her adventures take her across the globe. With Susie's down-to-earth personality, refreshing attitude and wicked sense of humour, we learn the countless reasons she finds to push herself further and the life-changing opportunities running has given her.

This episode launches the “Girl, Take the Lead!” Heartfelt Cards & Gifts store located on the “Girl, Take the Lead!” website: https://girltaketheleadpod.com/shop Yo takes us through her own fearless journey to launch the store taking us along each step along the way. The store is an extension of the podcast inspired by listeners like you. 'Heartfelt Cards & Gifts' each all handmade by Yo Canny to inspire, support, appreciate, and celebrate you and those you care about. Proceeds benefit nonprofits featured on our show. Check our Blog for details:https://girltaketheleadpod.com/blog Keep checking the site, product line will change monthly. Topics Covered:        Vulnerability   “Tooting Your Own Horn”    Integration of new identities       Philanthropy      Spirituality, alignment, and giving    Here are 3 takeaways:   1.   We definitely need to move out of our comfort zones and risk vulnerability to address issues we care about. 2.    Tooting our own horns may be uncomfortable at first – start with having someone else do the tooting for you. 3.    You, my fearless listener made this store happen. If you didn't listen I am very clear I would be a very different Yo. Thank you for your support and together we can move mountains and help solve very difficult issues! And remember as a thank you, please use the discount code: WELCOME.   Mentioned in the Episode:   Melissa's review: https://youtu.be/GUbJqLM9drs   Ep 136, “From Junk to Genius: Nurturing Your Creative Flow and Brilliance” https://spotifyanchor-web.app.link/e/7GWH98QeFLb   Notting Hill clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RESwG23_YGw Ep. 157, Mothers' Day Movement https://spotifyanchor-web.app.link/e/0Oe1pkMeFLb Ep. 7, Girl Scouts of Northern California https://spotifyanchor-web.app.link/e/eMuKqr1eFLb Ep. 149, Blue Faery, The Adrienne Wilson Foundation https://spotifyanchor-web.app.link/e/TwdQj5QeFLb Ep.165, ReSurge International https://spotifyanchor-web.app.link/e/G45e7hMeFLb Ep. 135, THREAD Connection thru Expression https://spotifyanchor-web.app.link/e/RoGFxxXeFLb Ep. 169, Suparna's spoke about: The Marine Institute Maui Ocean Center, Maui Nui (Newi) Marine Resource Council, Project Coyote and One Reef Micronesia https://spotifyanchor-web.app.link/e/YEoFP1WetLb Ep 167, Empowering Women in Philanthropy: Heather McLeod Grant Redefines Traditional Giving https://spotifyanchor-web.app.link/e/MM2WM66lyLb   Ep. 52, Personal Branding: Can't Leave Home w/o One – Let's Craft Yours! https://spotifyanchor-web.app.link/e/n1VwKbRiFLb   Donna Ashworth's book: Wild Hope, Healing Words to Find Light on Dark Days     Next Episode Topic   Episode 182 – From Origin Stories to Empowerment: A Conversation with Fearless Leaders & Authors, Kathy McAfee and Rosemary Paetow.     How to reach Yo Canny:    Our website: www.girltaketheleadpod.com  You can send a message or voicemail there. We'd love to hear from you!   Our store: www.girltaketheleadpod.com/shop Discount Code: WELCOME   email: yo@yocanny.com   FB group: Girl, Take the Lead https://www.facebook.com/groups/272025931481748/?ref=share   IG: yocanny (Yo)   YouTube   LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/yocanny/

352: Andy Buchanan to take on the Olympic Marathon | British Milers Club | Brooks Ghost Max 2 Review This episode of Inside Running Podcast is proudly brought to you by Brooks Running . Since 1914 they've been creating innovative gear designed to inspire everyone to move and be active. Visit brooksrunning.com.au to find out more. Brad hits the hill reps as he mounts his Melbourne Marathon campaign. Julian reminisces on past pro kits, then hits a long tempo. Brady chases streetlights and hits the local blues festival.   Leanne Pompeani and Ed Goddard take out the Sydney Harbour 10k. Results   Jarryd Clifford posts a season best 1500m in 3:41.60 at the British Milers Club in Tooting, just 0.26 off his T12 World Record. Adam Spencer sharpened up with a 1:47.13 800m and Jack Anstey posted a 3:36.81 in the 1500m A race. Results   Andy Buchanan has been given the call up to run the Olympic Marathon, after Brett Robinson withdrew citing a glute injury.  Athletics Australia Press Release Listener Question comes from some live callers, including Davin in Bali and Jordan Donnelly, Innovation Lead at On calling in from around the Paris Olympics.   This week the boys are out testing the Brooks Ghost Max 2, going through the specs and feel of the shoe, what it compares to and how it performs out on the road.   The whispers settle down the smoke where there's no fire, then Moose on the Loose calls out the incessant Garmin Alert Pest. Patreon Link: https://www.patreon.com/insiderunningpodcast Opening and Closing Music is Undercover of my Skin by Benny Walker. www.bennywalkermusic.com Join the conversation at: https://www.facebook.com/insiderunningpodcast/ To donate and show your support for the show: https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=9K9WQCZNA2KAN

Father Jimmy Fights his carnal desires.By GrushaVashnadze. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Oh yeah, cunt!" he muttered under his breath."Yeah, hot fucking cunt!" he continued, ogling the juicy specimen of beauty displaying herself to his lustful eyes. Her pussy was indeed beautiful -- pink and delicate, with a finely-crafted blond landing-strip, held open by a pair of painted fingers, so that he could gaze into its hot, wet, steamy depths. He stroked his cock in anticipation, feeling his shaft stiffen and grow, and feeling that exquisite yearning sensation spread outwards, filling his body with testosterone-fuelled bliss.The owner of said cunt looked at him seductively, the tip of her tongue gently tracing the outline of her lips, her eyes cheekily inviting, one hand kneading her huge, perfect, surgically-enhanced breasts, as the other continued to hold her fuck-lips wide."Oh, yeah, baby, I'm gonna fuck that cunt so hard," he continued. "I'm gonna ram my fucking cock deep in your hot pussy, I'm gonna feel your juicy cunt around my cock, and then I'm gonna fucking come inside you, I'm gonna spurt all my fucking cum deep in your hot fuck-hole till you scream in pleasure. You want that, baby, you want that?"But there was no answer from the buxom blonde beauty. For she was but a centrefold in a magazine, lying open before him on his bed. One picture among many, actually, for his eiderdown was covered with a selection of his collected periodicals, open to his favourite pages, featuring a variety of nude beauties, all displaying themselves -- he liked to think -- purely for his pleasure.His cock throbbed as he stroked it, thumb and two fingers gently rubbing the glans while the palm of his hand wrapped itself around the shaft. He admired his carefully-ordered "cunt collage" -- as he liked to call it. The buxom blond ("Jenny", according to the caption) occupied pride of place in the centre of his bed. Surrounding her were half a dozen other centrefolds: "Sabrina" -- dark-haired, with huge natural flowing boobs, left hand holding her pussy open whilst one delicate finger of the right curled knuckle-deep into her arsehole; "Brea" -- blonde and skinny, with pert breasts, irresistibly smouldering eyes, and a shaven pussy; "Elsa" -- bleached blond hair, sweet "next-door-girl" smile, hairy blonde cunt with -- "oh fuck!" he muttered, as he felt his cock twitch and jerk in delight -- gorgeous flappy cunt-lips which dangled, glistening with little beads of pussy-juice...He paused his cock-stroking, looking away and upwards at the ceiling, in order to calm himself down: he didn't want to come too soon. Not yet.Just in time, the phone rang. Nervously he scrabbled for the receiver."Hi Jimmyyy!" came the sultry voice he was expecting. "It's Bea here, wiv yer fantasy call.""Bea, how are you?""Oh, Jimmy, I'm feeling so fuckin' horny this evening, I'm been so looking forward to our call.""Talk to me, Bea," said Jimmy, as he resumed slowly massaging his dick."Oh, you know me, Jimmy, I just can't get enough fuckin'. I'm sitting here on my bed, and I'm wearin' this skimpy negligee, and I've shaved my pussy just for you -- and it's so fuckin' wet, Jimmy, I just can't wait for you to ram yer big cock in there. D'ya wanna do that, Jimmyyy?" Bea's voice was warm and breathy -- something she had practised and honed over the months she had been calling him. Jimmy knew that, these days, he could instead be watching a video online, or a camgirl -- but he was a man of habit and tradition, and he loved the way things used to be when he was younger, when porn was always magazines, and audio invariably meant the telephone. And so he sat at the head of his bed, stroking his cock, listening to Bea's breathy seductive personalised filth, whilst he continued to ogle his favourite magazine nudes.As Bea spoke, his eyes continued to roam the pages spread open on the bed: "Codi" -- a ridiculously slender blonde with big fake tits, pouting lips drooling slightly at the sight of her own shaven cunt, spread wide with two delicate hands; "Emma" -- on all fours, so her pussy peeped cheekily out from between her buttocks, crowned by a tight puckered arsehole...Bea was very good too: she knew, after some six months of weekly Friday evening calls to Jimmy, just how he liked it. Jimmy wasn't interested in toys, or blowjobs, or titfucks, or anal, or any other kinks. He liked cunt. He loved cunt. And he adored it when Bea talked cunt: "Jimmyyy..." she breathed, "my pussy's feelin' so hot tonight. Will ya put yer dick in there, Jimmyyy?""It's all for you, Bea," muttered Jimmy, in a half-hearted attempt to play along with the fantasy. Actually, he wasn't much interested in the role-play aspect of things: it was, after all, pure fakery -- but he liked hearing Bea talk dirty, and so he said the minimum required to let her know that she was on the right track, and then revelled in the glorious obscenity of her wall-to-wall aural filth."Oh yeah, that feels so fucking good!" she lied. "Your cock's so fuckin' hard, Jimmy -- I can feel it deep in my cunt, fillin' me up. Go on, Jimmy, slide that huge fuckin' cock in and out of my wet cunt; can ya feel my pussy all hot and juicy for ya?" Jimmy listened, his eyes roving across the collage spread out on the bed before him, imagining what Bea's cunt might be like. Deliberately, he had never asked her, preferring to make it a new cunt each week: last week's choice had been "Cecilia" -- black, shaven, lips teased apart just enough to reveal her juicy pink haven inside; this week, it would be "Jenny".Jimmy loved Bea's voice -- "chavvy South London", he called it, oozing squalor; in his more lucid moments he imagined her as a single mum on the dole in some squalid high-rise council flat in Tooting -- a ne'er-do-well scraping together a living using the only pathetic skill she had. But now she was his tart, his whore, his plaything, his fantasy: she could be anything and everything he imagined. He liked playing this game, as he continued to stroke his dick to ecstasy whilst revelling in Bea's increasingly filthy ongoing monologue. Bea, for her part, was the consummate professional, sensing from Jimmy's pants and grunts just how far he was on his journey to release. And when Jimmy muttered, "Say my favourite things, Bea," she knew just what he meant."You know, Jimmy, I'm a dir'y, filfy, cuntfuckin' whore... That's what I am, Jimmy -- just a cuntfuckin' whore." Jimmy loved those words, and Bea's grimy accent was the icing on the cake: his cock jerked and bucked in response, stiffening even further. "I'm a whore, Jimmyyy. And you like dir'y fuckin' whores, don'tcha? You wanna fuck my filfy cunt wiv 'at big cock?" Jimmy was in ecstasy.Soon Bea had progressed to "My cunt's so fuckin' wet, Jimmy: that's what you do to me, babe. You're gonna make me fuckin' come, Jimmy, 'coz I'm a dir'y, filfy, cuntfuckin' whore, and I'm gonna fuckin' come all over your big cock!" Jimmy took the cue, fixing his eyes on "Jenny's" pussy -- still, of course, reliably wide open and glistening for him -- drinking in its beauty, and gradually ramping up the rhythm of his stroking so as to time his own orgasm to match Bea's ersatz one. And when Bea got to "I'm gonna fuckin' come, Jimmy, here it is baby, come all over ya dir'y filfy cuntfuckin' whore -- oh yeah oh FUUUUUCK!!!" Jimmy did exactly that. He felt the tell-tale boiling sensation in his balls, felt his cum surge and rise through his shaft and explode from his bucking, twitching cockhead."Jenny" was the chosen recipient of Jimmy's cum this evening, six or seven thick ropes of semen splattering over her picture. Jimmy aimed at her cunt, and watched as the likeness of her vulva disappeared under a gloopy coating of semen. Bea was continuing to moan and squeal down the telephone line: "Oh yeah, Jimmy, are ya comin' for me? Does 'at feel good, babe?" as the last few dribbles of sperm landed on "Jenny's" tits and face."Was 'at nice, Jimmyyy?" breathed Bea in her customary breathy tones. "D'ya like comin' in my dir'y hot cunt, Jimmyyy?"Jimmy panted incoherently in reply, his imagination desperately clinging on as long as he could to the illusion of sexual fulfillment. But it was always too short-lived. Even before his cock was flaccid, the illusion was fading and Bea was in business mode: "Same time next week still good for ya, babe? Take it off yer card, yeah?"Jimmy muttered a "Yeah, thanks, Bea," before hanging up and surveying the mess. It never looked as good afterwards as he hoped it would before. Sperm-soiled magazine "Jenny" looked, frankly, ridiculous and tawdry now -- a far cry from the seductive perfection she had exuded when pristine on the page. And wrapping up and disposing of semen-soaked magazine pages was anything but sexy. But Jimmy did so with his customary goal-oriented efficiency, trying to -- and largely succeeding in -- staunching his creeping feeling of shame, until the job was done, his penis was wiped clean, and he had put on his clothes again.Then his collar.And then his cassock.And then Father James Wright knelt on the floor of his bedroom and wept bitterly.~~~~~"Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray; and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host -- by the Divine Power of God -- cast into Hell Satan and all the evil spirits, who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of... oh fuck..."Father Jim's voice tailed off. He had performed his morning ablutions, had his breakfast, and said his Office, and was preparing himself by examination of conscience for his weekly two-birds-with-one-stone excursion to the Cathedral -- first to confession, followed by his weekly exorcism training seminar. He usually dressed in civvies for these visits, not wanting to draw attention to himself on public transport -- but he never missed his hebdomadal chance to unburden his soul, and timing it for Saturday mornings made sense. Apart from anything else, this way, he felt less guilty saying the Eucharist over the weekend than if he were to have his Friday evening sins hanging on his conscience.But this morning Father Jim's voice gave up mid-supplication, as the thought impinged upon his intercessions:Am I a hypocrite? Actually, this was a thought which frequently went through his mind. The answer, of course, was yes: regularly, deliberately, and with full foreknowledge, every Friday night -- and he knew it. For hypocrite though he was, he was neither stupid nor deluded. He had learnt to corral his fleshly weakness into one weekly episode, and it would soon be,gratias Deo, effaced from his soul by the Sacrament of Reconciliation -- after which he could continue to pursue his presbyterial vocation with confidence. Until next Friday.Today, though, he felt somewhat less confident than normal, less spiritually bullish, more vulnerable than usual. Perhaps it was the weather -- dull and grey like many an English spring morning -- but it was almost as if he felt that the hosts of Satan were genuinely massing on the horizon, and that he might truly need the intercession of an archangel to forestall the ruin of his soul. In short, Father Jim's carefully calibrated balancing act between spiritual propriety and sexual concupiscence was feeling unaccountably precarious this morning.He was just letting himself out of the presbytery when a young woman came dashing round the corner, her heels clicking unevenly on the pavement. "Father Jim! Father Jim! Oh, I'mso glad I caught you. Please would you hear my confession?" Behind the urgency of her request Jim descried a pleasingly upper middle-class voice ("so" came out a bit like "say") -- but ever so slightly Estuary ("t" in "caught" barely noticeable), as was common with the younger generation.Father Jim thought, but did not say:Oh fuck. He tried not to think swear words between Saturday morning confession and the end of mass on Sunday evening. But he had not been to confession yet, and therefore made the split-second judgment that he may as well, for now, think obscenities. After all, he liked them; he liked the sound of them: "fuck" -- beautiful, he thought. And this young lady was, he thought to himself,"fucking hot". She was slender and small, almost a waif -- and yet her pencil skirt was just a touch too tight, and her blouse ever so slightly translucent, so that the shape of her nipples, puffy and rounded but not huge, made two soft tents in the front of her top.Oops -- he thought, as he felt his penis begin to stir inside his rather ill-fitting trousers. No, it would not do to be groping his cock out of the way in front of a parishioner, so he banished "fucking hot" from his brain with a quick piece of well-practiced spiritual legerdemain, and switched into concerned parish priest mode. He vaguely recognised the girl -- from the back row of the 10:30, perhaps? -- but wasn't sure if they had ever exchanged words. He felt within his rights to say, "I'm actually on my way out now, er..." as he looked at her quizzically with that I've-forgotten-your-name look customarily used by parish priests."Bernadette -- call me Bernie," said the woman, pronouncing the "r" softly but clearly.OK, thought Father Jim.Typical second-generation immigrant. Tries to keep up the religious traditions of the home country, but talks like a Sloane except when asserting her identity. Clearly done well for herself, been to uni. But -- Jim groaned inwardly -- she wasn't taking the hint."Oh please, Father, I really need you to hear my confession, I... I..." Father Jim looked into her eyes for the first time -- and there was that look of moral desperation he was used to seeing in some people. Some could live in their sins for long periods of time before emotional need drove them back to the Church; others, like this girl, presumably, were made of less stern stuff. Her eyes glistened with barely held-back tears, as she continued: "I think I may be under a curse, or a hex, and I... I know you are training to be an exorcist, aren't you?" Her lower lip trembled, as her damp eyes pleaded with him.In the silence of his heart, Father Jim thought to himself:Oh fuck. But he took no pleasure in this particular iteration of his favourite obscenity. He had met this kind of woman before: excessively impressionable, with an inclination to see spiritual warfare lurking under every pebble, when her only problem might a temporary imbalance of hormones.Exorcism? Bullshit. But Jim was, despite his cynicism, a kind man, and so he said, "All right, Bernie. Of course. Let's go in," as he ushered her through his front door. "Face-to-face, or in the box?""Oh, I prefer the old-fashioned way, if that's all right, Father?" she replied sheepishly.He gestured her down the corridor towards the church, and then up the long nave -- pleasantly illumined by the shifting colours which filtered dully through the great east window. As she walked ahead of him, he watched her bottom jiggle gently from side to side, red heels clicking on the stone floor, her medium-length ponytail of light brown hair swishing behind her. Fuck, he thought -- and this time revelled in the thought.Fuck yeah... he muttered silently, his mind's eye briefly, secretly, undressing her from behind."Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," said the girl, once they had both settled into their respective halves of the confessional."How long has --""Oh, over a year, Father." interrupted Bernie. "I've got a lot of catching up to do."Fuck, thought Father Jim. But, because he was basically a kind-hearted man, he instead said: "Well, take your time. It is good that God has called you back to the Sacrament now.""Thank you, Father." He heard Bernie take a deep breath. "I... I'm married..." she ventured cautiously. "But I've not been strictly... faithful..." There was a long pause.Ho ho, I knew it, thought Jim.Another pretty young slut, got hitched too soon, screwing around behind her husband's back. Two a penny. Had one just last week, didn't I? But instead he said, "And how long have you been having this affair?""Oh, it's not an affair, Father," said the girl. "It's kind of a weird binge, a bit... perverted, if you know what I mean. On the rebound, I guess, because I walked in on my husband, you know -- with someone else..."Oh shit, thought Father Jim.This'll take all morning. Web of adultery -- seen it all before. One fucks around, the other goes off the rails, and soon they're all crotch-deep in moral turpitude. Why do they even bother to get married if they've got no continence? Should try and be celibate -- then they'll learn how lucky they are... All that passed through his mind in an instant, but of course he voiced none of it."You see," continued Bernie, "we were married a year ago -- here, before you came: Father Peter married us -- and, well, I thought it was going so well. We... we were really good in bed, you know... I mean, we really liked the sex and everything."Too much information! thought Jim to himself. But he did not say that either."You know, I was a virgin when we got married. I'd saved myself up for this. And the first time, it was wonderful. You know, for some girls it hurts? But for me it was bliss. He just slid in, and I loved it. And we loved it -- just like that, in and out, you know?"Father Jim felt his cock begin to stir. It was the inevitable involuntary reaction to a sexual confession which was becoming just a touch too detailed.Fuck, girl, why are you telling me all this? he thought. But Bernie continued to jabber, exuding, though unseen, an air of wide-eyed innocence from behind her latticed screen."But then Giles started wanting me to do things I didn't want to -- you know, oral, and anal, and stuff -- and I really wasn't comfortable with it, so we had a few arguments about that. "I mean, when he wanted me to give him a blowjob, you know, he'd just pull down his trousers and waggle the thing in front of my face..."Too much fucking information! Jim screeched in the silence of his own heart. But he couldn't stop himself imagining the husband's cock, stiff and huge, waggling back and forth in front of Bernie's pretty face, her narrow mouth opening wider, wider, her tongue extending to lick pre-cum off the frenulum before her lips softly enclosed the...Fuck, Jim, pull yourself together, man! he thought, as he felt his cock begin to make an uncomfortable tent in his trousers. He stammered out loud, "Er... sister, you don't need to tell me all that, you know, just stick to...""Oh, but it's important, Father," came Bernie's voice. "Because that's what led to it. I told him I didn't like sucking him off, but he kept trying to persuade me, and I kept saying no..." Father Jim imagined he detected the faintest hint of a smirk in her tone -- but of course it was impossible to tell..."And then," continued Bernie, "there was the anal. Sometimes when we were making love he'd wet his finger with... well, you know... and then he'd reach round and try to stick it in there. I really didn't like it -- and of course he never forced me; I mean, he's a kind man, he'd never do anything nasty -- but it was clear he was disappointed..."Oh Jesus motherfucking Christ, thought Father Jim. His cock was stiff now, and he could feel his own pre-cum beginning to leak slowly from his glans. He reached down to adjust his cock inside his trousers, and inevitably his hand lingered just a bit too long, grasping his own erect shaft through the fabric and squeezing it gently. That familiar thrill of pleasure surged through him -- but he made himself let go, telling himself: Later, Jim, later. Just get this girl through her confession for now..."But the strangest thing of all, Father," Bernie continued unabated, "was when he'd want me to talk dirty to him, you know?"Are you kidding? thought Jim incredulously. Do you think that just because I'm a priest I don't have male blood boiling in my veins? What are you on about, girl?!Bernie seemed oblivious to her confessor's discomfort. Either that, or she was deliberately winding him up -- he couldn't tell for sure. "See, Father," she continued, "he'd ask me to say dirty words, like... 'tits'... and 'pussy'... and..." -- her voice lingered a while on the first consonant -- "'ffffuck'."In an instant, Father Jim's resistance crumbled. That word was his favourite, a glorious fillip to all that was unholy and self-indulgent in the deepest recesses of his mind, and it banished all his residual will-power to the four winds. He quietly but swiftly unzipped his fly, removed his stiff sweaty cock from its prison, pulled back the damp pre-cum-lubricated foreskin, and began to slowly wank his shaft up and down, his lips trembling, his breath coming in ragged bursts. This was wrong. This was so wrong -- he knew it, of course. But he was going to do it anyway. This girl could not possibly be for real. This was no sacrament, this was an ambush. The Evil One was tempting him, and he was succumbing. And he fucking loved it..."See, Father Jim, it must be something about men, they all like those dirty words so much. My husband did: he wanted me to say things like" -- Bernie lowered her voice conspiratorially -- "'Ram your fucking cock in my pussy, baby!' and 'Fuck my hot cunt with that big dick!' Things like that... Do you like hearing things like that, Father?" Bernie's voice was hot and breathy now. Her prey was in her grasp, and she was playing with him: Jim knew it -- but, though he had no idea why this woman had chosen to ambush him in this manner, he knew it was too late. He groaned, as he felt his cock stiffen further in his sweaty palm, felt his heart pound faster with excitement."I'm sure we could have worked things out, Father. You know, I got quite used to the dirty talk -- that was quite fun actually. But the oral, and the anal -- no way. He'd show me videos on the internet, you know -- porn? Girls getting fucked in the arse, and taking cocks down their throats -- and it just looked so horrible and painful and disgusting. And then he'd show me videos of group sex, and asked if I'd ever like to do stuff like that -- and I said no! And then, to show him I really loved him, I'd let him fuck me. I mean, I really loved it when he fucked me: when his cock was all huge and stiff, and then he'd lie me on my back and fuck me all deep and squelchy. Sometimes he'd lie flat on me and grind the base of his cock against my clit to make me come. Sometimes he'd shift down, so his cockhead found my G-spot. Sometimes he'd flip me over and do me doggy. Sometimes I'd go on top and drive him wild, teasing him with my wet pussy lips before plunging down onto this cock. And I loved all that, Father, I did, truly. Cock in cunt -- that's the way it's meant to be, isn't it? I mean, that's the way God made us, isn't it?"Father Jim groaned at the absurdity of his situation. Here was a young girl giving him lessons in Saint John Paul's Theology of the Body, while he stroked his cock in the confessional -- what the fuck was going on?! But he couldn't stop now. His cock was raging, his balls were aching, and his thoughts were in mindfuck mode. Here was a girl after his own heart, one who loved being fucked in the cunt, and who loved to talk filthy. "Oh yeah, oh fuck, oh God..." he muttered incoherently in his ecstasy."You OK in there, Father Jim?" giggled the girl. "I'm sorry for being so explicit, but -- I kind of have to, you'll see why soon, I'll explain..."You don't have to explain, thought Father Jim -- as far as he was capable of thinking anything at all, for he was past thinking now. His mind was now fixed firmly on cunt, on fucking cunt, just like this girl was saying: cock slip-sliding in and out, grinding against engorged clit-flesh. It didn't matter whose cunt: his years of fake fantasy sex, week after week of dirty pictures -- "Jenny" or "Codi" or "Elsa" or whoever the fuck they were; or of listening to "Bea" recycling her mind-banked fuck-fantasies for his delectation -- all this had inured him to the sheer fakery of being a sex-obsessed celibate. It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered now, except the filth-filled moment.

“What do I do now?”You ever asked that question? You're in a situation, big or small, and you've taken some step — you've done something — but then you're not sure what to do next, so you have this moment when everything sorta freezes and you think: “What do I do now?” … I think that we all ask that question way more than we realize. Unless you're following a super detailed script or you're only doing one thing for an entire day, you probably ask “What do I do now?” countless times, even if it's just in your head. This is the question that moves us from one thing to the next, and not just in our lives in general, but also in our spiritual lives.Christian, think about this with me: In your pursuit of Jesus, as you press on in the journey of the Christian life, as you seek to know God more and you pray that he do things in this world, you're constantly asking “What do I do now?” Look, if we're honest, we're all asking that question this morning. It's part of the reason we're here. And so I think we should just say it altogether, out loud. We're gonna try this. It's just five words — what-do-I-do-now? — and let's own the question. Let's hear ourselves say it together. Ready? Say it out loud with me…”What do I do now?”Well I'm glad you asked, because Psalm 75 gives us the answer. In today's sermon, we're gonna look at this psalm and see three next steps for anytime we're asking What-do-I-do-now?Let's pray:Father, your word is open and your Spirit is at work. Please open our hearts to receive what you have for us, in Jesus's name, amen.What do I do now?1) Worship God. (verse 1)We see this right away in verse 1, but before we look there, let's back up for a second and see that Psalm 75 is meant to be a response to Psalm 74. Something that we've seen over and over again in the Book of Psalms is that although each psalm can stand alone in terms of its content, all the psalms stand together in terms of their message. One of the best ways to understand any individual psalm is to look at the psalms before and after it. So let's look back to Psalm 74 for a minute.The Prayer of 74In Psalm 74, verse 1, the psalmist says: O God, why do you cast us off forever? Why does your anger smoke against the sheep of your pasture?Now this is not good. Psalm 74 is a lament. The psalmist (and the people) are languishing and they feel rejected by God. It feels like God is far away from them and they want to know where he is! Listen to verses 10–11. This is an amazing image. The psalmist says: “10 How long, O God, is the foe to scoff? Is the enemy to revile your name forever? 11 Why do you hold back your hand, your right hand? Take it from the fold of your garment and destroy them!”It's like the psalmist is saying: Hey, God, we're getting crushed over here and you're standing over there with your hands in your pockets! Please do something!It's a desperate prayer. I imagine the psalmist felt like I've felt a few times coaching youth baseball this summer. There've been moments when I've looked out in the middle of the game, and I see my third baseman with his glove on the ground and his hands folded behind his back and he's staring off into space, and I'm like Whoa whoa hey!That's what the psalmist is doing here, about God, and it's much more serious. He needs God to pay attention, but it looks like he's not. And Psalm 74 ends on that note. The last two verses of Psalm 74 end like this:“22 Arise, O God, defend your cause; remember how the foolish scoff at you all the day! 23 Do not forget the clamor of your foes, the uproar of those who rise against you, which goes up continually!”Psalm 74 is pleading with God to do something, and now Psalm 75 is going to show us God's answer. And the answer really comes in Psalm 75, verse 2, where God speaks directly and he tells us what he's doing, but first there's verse 1.The Answer of 75Look at verse 1 — I want you to see this. Sandwiched between the psalmist praying for God to do something (in Psalm 74), and then God answering that prayer (in 75, verse 2), there's verse 1, and verse 1 is worship. The psalmist says: “We give thanks to you, O God; we give thanks, for your name is near. We recount your wondrous deeds.” So after we've asked God to help, before God has answered us, in the in-between, in the waiting — what do we do now? First, we worship God. We don't wait to thank God until after he gives us what we want, but we thank him now. We thank him today. We thank him in this moment. Even in the hurt, even when there's pain. That's what it means to be mainly thankful. To Be Mainly ThankfulTo be mainly thankful is something we've talked about a lot over the years, and I want it so badly in my life and in my home. I want it to be deep in the culture of our church. To be mainly thankful is a way of being — and it doesn't mean that we ignore hardships; in fact, it requires that we be fully aware of hardships — we have to know where the hurt is — but instead of letting the hurt become our story — instead of letting the hurt define us — we drill down past the hurt and we open our eyes to the goodness of God, and we recognize that when it's all said and done, at the end of the day, our entire existence is saturated by the grace of God and he loves us more than we could ever deserve … and so we're thankful, mainly. Mainly thankful.I think that's what the psalmist is getting at here. He says, “We recount your wondrous deeds.” So maybe God has not answered my most recent prayer; maybe God hasn't “come through yet,” but I know what he can do because I can remember what he has done. I recount. And maybe that means sometimes we need to seriously count. Sit down, get out a piece of paper, and start writing down the evidence of God's goodness in your life. And that could just be in your life, but then there's God's goodness in the whole world, and then there's his goodness throughout human history, and then, in particular, there's God's ultimate goodness to save sinners through the death of his Son — and there's a whole book about that!The goodness of God abounds, and the proof of his goodness is overwhelming, period. We should be clear about this: whatever we have going on in our lives, whatever we're praying for God to do, God does not have to do a single thing more to be worthy of our worship … He doesn't have to answer another prayer, or provide another meal, he doesn't have to speak another sunrise, to be worthy of our eternal worship.God is enough in himself, and he has shown us enough, for us to spend eternity giving him thanks. So we do that now.Whenever we're asking “What do I do now?” — First, worship God. Here's the second thing. … “What do I do now?” …2) Remember God is God, not us. (verses 2–7)We see this starting in verse 2, and this is where God is directly answering the psalmist in Psalm 74. And there's a little bit of a debate here about God's direct speech. Psalm 75 is mainly a conversation between the psalmist and God, but it's also in front of the reader, and at one point the boastful are being addressed — so imagine for Psalm 75 that there's a lot of people in the room, and it's not totally clear who is saying what.But let's focus now on God's direct speech, and you can see the front quotation mark in verse 2.Okay, well in verse 2 the “I” is God. “At the set time that I appoint.” This is God himself speaking, but where does he stop speaking? Where should we put the ending quotation mark? Is it at the end of verse 5 or does it come after verse 3? In a lot of English translations, the quotation marks come at the end of verse 5, but I've been convinced to see that God's direct speech most likely ends with verse 3 and that's why the Selah comes there. The word “Selah” in the Psalms was added by the very first readers to mark off and highlight certain parts. It's like a pause in the text, and we're not 100% sure what it means exactly, but it probably means something like: Ponder this! Note this! And it makes sense in Psalm 75 if the psalmist is doing that with God's direct speech.Now regardless of where exactly the quotation marks go, the message of what's said here stays the same, but we're gonna look at it in two parts: first, verses 2–3, is God's direct answer to Psalm 74; and then second, verses 4–7, there's what that means.The Direct AnswerRemember the psalmist had asked in Psalm 74, Why do you cast us off? How much longer is it gonna be? What's with your hands in your pockets?In verse 2 God speaks:At the set time that I appoint I will judge with equity. When the earth totters, and all its inhabitants, it is I who keep steady its pillars. SelahSo in one swift reply, God assures us that he is both sovereign and righteous. And this is exactly the answer that we need to hear, because in our waiting, in the in-between where it hurts sometimes, not only can we grow impatient with God, but we can also start to think that God's delay in answering us is unjust. We pray; God doesn't immediately answer; and then we start to think something is wrong with God. And here, God directly targets that thinking by telling us that at the set time that he appoints, he is going to judge. God is saying that he will answer us in his timing, not ours. He has made his own appointment. He has a plan that he has determined in himself from all eternity, according to the most wise and holy counsel of his own will, freely and unchangeably — and whenever that is, whenever the appointment comes, it's in perfect harmony with his righteousness. His actions and his timing are always right. And that's just verse 2. In verse 3, God doubles down on this idea. He says: “When the earth totters, and all its inhabitants, it is I who keep steady its pillars.”This world as we know it — the earth and moon and sun and stars and gravity, the whole hog of space and time — did you know that it's God who holds it altogether? God is the one who keeps all of this steady …This past Friday night at sunset my whole family was driving west on 94, and the sky had this brush of pink and orange, and it looked amazing, and we were all enjoying it, and I said to Melissa: Hey, just a reminder that we live on a giant ball in outer space. … because of God.The ground beneath our feet is because of God. The reason the sun does not incinerate us is because of God. Our entire existence is owed to God's control, and to his unswerving commitment to uphold the glory of his name.And in the in-betweens of our life, to our waiting, God gives us this word. He speaks directly to us and he says: I am sovereign and I am righteous. Or in other words, in verses 2–3, God is saying, I am God. What It MeansThen in verses 4–7 we see this has an effect. Check out what's going on here. In response to what God has said about himself, as the psalmist has mulled this over, he says, with an implied “therefore” — verses 4-7:I say to the boastful, “Do not boast,” and to the wicked, “Do not lift up your horn; do not lift up your horn on high, or speak with haughty neck.” For not from the east or from the west and not from the wilderness comes lifting up, but it is God who executes judgment, putting down one and lifting up another.This is the same idea we see in verse 2–3, but this is a human response and one we can sum up with a simple sentence that goes like this: “We are not God.” That's what it means that God is sovereign and righteous. It means that we are put in our place — he's God, not us. Not you. So don't boast. Don't lift up your horn.The “horn” in the Old Testament is a symbol of power and strength, so the psalmist is saying don't lift up your own power and strength. Don't lift up your horn. Or we might say, Don't toot your horn. Same idea.And man, do we have a problem here as a society! Tooting your horn — Isn't that basically what social media is? We all know that Twitter is called “X” now, that's old news, but if I was Elon I would have changed the name to “Tooter.” So many people get on there to toot their horn. Because that's the spirit of our age — and it kind of makes sense when you have a societal mindset that thinks the self is god. If you think “there's no real god, but that you yourself are god,” then who is there to lift you up but yourself? If there's no God then you better speak up, and speak louder, and wave your hands, cause a scene, get attention — at least pretend that you're a mover and a shaker and that you pull the strings. See, shameless human boasting — also known as expressive individualism — is a symptom of exclusive humanism. People think that they are god. And even if most people wouldn't outright say that, a lot of people still try to live this way.But Psalm 75 does not allow it.If we're listening to this psalm, whatever you're in the middle of, whenever you're asking “What do I do now?” — Psalm 75 says remember God is God, not us. Don't think that you're in control, or that you have to be. Don't think that you're alone. It is God who executes judgment (verse 7) — he lifts up and he puts down — he is sovereign and righteous. God is God, not us. Remember that. Here's the final point. “What do I do now?” …3) Press on to know Jesus more. (verses 8–10)Look at verse 8. Verse 8 supports what's said in verse 7. In verse 7, the psalmist says that, because God is God, he's the one who executes judgment. That means he puts down one and lifts up another, which means there are two outcomes here, and verses 8–9 elaborate on this.Verse 8: “For in the hand of the Lord there is a cup with foaming wine, well mixed, and he pours out from it, and all the wicked of the earth shall drain it down to the dregs.”Now this image is intense. This cup of foaming wine is a symbol of God's wrath. We see this several times throughout the Bible (in Isaiah and Jeremiah, and in the Book of Revelation). In this cup is the wrath of God, and one day, all the wicked will drink it and they will drink the whole thing, all the foam at the bottom, even the little pieces of sediment. Not a particle of God's wrath will be held back from the wicked.That's one outcome.But then verse 9, the psalmist says:“But I will declare it forever; I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.”That's the other outcome. So there are two possible outcomes that come at the end of two paths. What's behind verses 8 and 9 are two ways to live: you either live a life of rejecting God or of worshiping God. A life of rejecting God ends in God's wrath. A life of worshiping God ends in God's joy. And right now, we're all on one of those two paths headed to one of those two outcomes. Fact. I'm speaking facts here.And verse 10 is another instance of God's direct speech. It's like God interjects and concludes the psalm by making this clear. He says:All the horns of the wicked I will cut off, but the horns of the righteous shall be lifted up. And so, what this does is that it puts before the readers a choice. Verse 10 leaves us with the question: Where are you?Will you be cut off … or lifted up?Will you be the wicked … or the righteous?Which really is the question:Will you reject Jesus or worship him?In the Book of Psalms, the righteous are those who have faith, and those who have faith are trusting in the promise of the Messiah, so this becomes about Jesus and everyone makes a choice here. And Psalm 75, and all of the psalms, and the whole Bible, tell us, Choose Jesus. And keep choosing Jesus. Press on to choose Jesus again and again. That's what you do now, wherever you're at, whatever you have going on — If you're here this morning and you're not a Christian, if you don't trust Jesus, I want to tell you something. First, just showing up here every week doesn't necessarily mean that you trust Jesus. The question is: Do you trust him from your heart with your whole life? And if you don't, then it means that you reject him. There's no neutral ground here. You either bow your heart and life before Jesus, or you are turning away from him. And this morning, if you're here and you've been turning away from him, it's not too late to bow. You can bow before Jesus today. You can put your faith in Jesus right now.Jesus saves any and all who trust in him. That's why he came. Jesus came into this world as the Lamb of God to bear our sin. He took all of our wrongs and our guilt upon himself and he suffered in our place — he drank the cup of God's wrath so that we wouldn't have to. Jesus conquered sin and death for us, and right now he reigns over his kingdom that is coming. Today is the day of salvation. Right now the invitation is offered. Trust him. Bow your heart to Jesus Christ. And for so many of us in here who have bowed to him, for those of us who know Jesus, press on to know him more — more clearly and fully. What do I do now? First, Worship God. Remember God is God, not us. Press on to know Jesus more. And that's what brings us to the Table.The TableComing to this Table each week is meant to be a holy recalibration for us. Each of us as Christians come to this table from different places, and yet, when we get here, we're all the same. We're all sinners saved by grace and we know that our only hope is Jesus. If you've felt a little stuck lately, if you've felt a little confused in the in-between, if you've been hurting, let this table be a reminder: God loves you. Jesus Christ has died for you. So if you trust him this morning, if you've bowed your heart to Jesus, eat and drink with us, and let's give him thanks forever.

Q. What connects the grandson of Pakistani immigrants, the son of a seamstress and bus driver,  one of eight children raised in a three-bedroomed council flat in Tooting, a human rights lawyer, former Labour Cabinet Minister, Liverpool football fan AND the Mayor of London? A. They are ALL Sadiq Khan. At 53, Khan has lived many lives - in his latest incarnation, he is the three-time London Mayor (although he says he wants to serve for six terms). Today, he joins me on How To Fail to discuss the personal and professional failures that shaped him - from being rejected as a teenage cricketer and realising the rules were rigged against him to protecting his family and suffering terrible racist abuse. He talks about struggling to belong in a world dominated by posh white public schoolboys and how he finally decided to accept himself. Plus: why politicians should be allowed to change their minds and why he still visits his mum every day. As always, I'm desperate to hear about your failures. Every week, my guest and I choose a selection to read out and answer on our special subscription offering, Failing with Friends. We'll endeavour to give you advice, wisdom, some laughs and much, much more.  Have something to share of your own? I'd love to hear from you! Click here to get in touch: howtofailpod.com  Production & Post Production Manager: Lily Hambly   Studio and Mix Engineer: Gulliver Tickell and Josh Gibbs Senior Producer: Selina Ream Executive Producer: Carly Maile Head of Marketing: Kieran Lancini How to Fail is an Elizabeth Day and Sony Music Entertainment Production.   Find more great podcasts from Sony Music Entertainment at sonymusic.com/podcasts To bring your brand to life in this podcast, email podcastadsales@sonymusic.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

I can't lie, this first month of nomadic living has been a massive transition. The way we chose to do things in terms of work & children this time is much different than when we previously lived as nomads. My husband is keeping his full-time job which falls during regular work hours — this means my schedule is undergoing great change. We're currently in our “trial period” of this new schedule and I'm finding what works & what doesn't. My saving grace has been remembering to implement these 3 foolproof tips for time & energy management. Oh && hot take: I believe energy management is much more important than time management.THE JUICY HIGHLIGHTS:• Exploring our old stomping grounds with our kids• Realizing how much “better” of a mom I am as nomads versus regular life• How my health journey is going• Experimenting with new & different parts of our schedule• The three tangible tips you can implement to become a pro at time & energy management THE EPISODE BREAKDOWN:[1:07] Where I'm at and what I'm up to in Colorado[2:20] My son turned 10! How have I been a mom for a decade... I'm emo[3:15] The pros & cons of living near loved ones[4:10] Bringing consistency to this episode of musings[6:07] The things that are going really well for me[6:16] How my health journey is going [7:44] Achieving daily 10k step and activity goals[8:09] Adrenal & hormone supporting workouts that I'm LOVING[9:30] The only downside of this health journey is my clothes...[11:21] My morning smoothie with ka'chava has been a fav[11:49] What I've been struggling with[13:18] Loving my business & getting lost in it[14:50] My working hours are changing massively[16:28] Working evenings is really hard for me & my creativity[17:45] Tooting my own horn... I am a great nomad mom[18:33] Testing midday naps with my projector daughter[19:31] Approaching this new schedule with these top 3 things[19:53] #1 — Set a trial run for your new schedule[20:53] Taking detailed notes so I can make proper changes[22:02] Understanding time & energy management[22:19] Energy management is more important than time management[22:42] #2 — Realistically break your tasks down[24:19] How this actually helps you achieve more in a day[25:09] #3 — Block off time and set themes for tasks[26:01] The perspective of time when you do & don't have kidsTHE MASTERMINDMake sure to apply here for the 2025 mastermind!

A huge welcome back to One For The Road after a season break! Its great ti be back. This week on I am joined by Matt Willis.Matt was born on May 8, 1983, in Tooting, London, England, is an English musician, singer, songwriter, and actor. He first rose to fame as the bassist and co-vocalist of the pop-punk band Busted, which he formedin 2002 alongside James Bourne and Charlie Simpson. Busted enjoyed significant success in the early 2000s with hits like "What I Go to School For," "Year 3000," and "Crashed the Wedding," leading to multiple chart-topping singles and albums.After Busted's initial split in 2005, Willis pursued a solo career, releasing his debut album "Don't Let It Go to Waste" in 2006. The album included singles such as "Up All Night," "Hey Kid," His solo career earned him further recognition and a new fan base.In addition to his music career, Willis ventured into television and acting.He won the sixth series of the British reality TV show "I'm a Celebrity...Get Me Out of Here!" in 2006, showcasing his popularity beyond music. He also appeared in various stage productions and TV shows, expanding his versatility as an entertainer.In this episode Matt opens up about his troubled childhood and early rise to fame which led to years of alcohol and drug use. He discusses his friendship with Amy Winehouse and his years of struggling and attempts to get sober. This is a truly gripping episode and I'm so pleased to share that Matt is now 6 years sober.He also has an amazing podcast called On the Mend. https://open.spotify.com/show/0n5EkuynTmtA3ZckiZ5C7J?si=4f0XYCpMT9WT5sMqnJZOUQhttps://www.musicsupport.org/If you want to connect with me via Instagram, you can find me on the instahandle @Soberdave https://www.instagram.com/soberdave/or via my website https://davidwilsoncoaching.com/Provided below are links for services offering additional help and advice.www.drinkaware.co.uk/advice/alcohol-support-serviceshttps://nacoa.org.uk/Show producer- Daniella Attanasio-MartinezInstagram - @TheDaniellaMartinezhttps://www.instagram.com/thedaniellamartinez/www.instagram.com/grownuphustle Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Sophie Turner has given a tell-all interview to Vogue all about her explosive divorce from Joe Jonas, her experience of mum-shaming, her mental health, and becoming friends with Taylor Swift. We have MANY thoughts (and a few hot takes), which prompted a look at how so much mum-shaming online in the UK is linked to classism and slut-shaming. Plus, Ellie has seen Challengers and reveals whether it's up to the hype. DM us your thoughts on Instagram @straightuppod, and let us know what you'd like us to cover next week! And as ever please leave us a review on Apple Podcasts, a rating on Spotify, lysm! Thanks so much to our amazing partner: London Nootropics, our fave adaptogenic coffee that naturally actually boosts mental clarity and physical energy, while also easing anxiety, all without any of coffee's usual jitters. We are obsessed and you will be too! Get 20% OFF YOUR BOX with the DISCOUNT CODE straightup at⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠londonnootropics.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Reccs discussed  Sophie Turner Talks Mum-Shaming, Misogyny And Why The Best Is Yet To Come, British Vogue Joan (coming to ITV in Autumn)  "My abortion story went viral - because even though I wanted it, the process was still painful", Cosmopolitan  Nelly London's reel ‘I joined the childfree movement - and discovered its dark side', Beth Ashley for Inews  Sluts: The truth about slutshaming and what we can do to fight it, Beth Ashley  Nicholas Galitzine interview, GQ Ashley Madison: Sex, Lies & Scandal, Netflix  All anyone wants is a hot rodent boyfriend, Dazed  Eudelo inaugural facial, Eudelo Sloane Avenue London Mr Bao and Daddy Bao, Peckham and Tooting 

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Broadcast on Serenade Radio on 7th March, 2024 Note: The organ played by Dave Wickerham is incorrectly stated on the audio as the Senate, Detroit. And no, I have no idea how that happened! Name Artist Album Year Comments Cheerful Little Earful Gus Farney Giant Pipes [Warner Bros. BS 1433] 1962 5-24 Wurlitzer, Organ Loft, Salt Lake City, UT I Found A Million Dollar Baby Dave Wickerham One Hour With You [WS-105] 2018 3-21 Wurlitzer Hybrid, Unks Residence, Erie, PA Young And Healthy Reginald Dixon Blackpool Switchback, Vol 1 [Sterndale STE 3106] 1933 2-10 Wurlitzer, Tower Ballroom, Blackpool; with vocal Honeymoon Hotel Ty Woodward Plays The Mighty Wurlitzer Organ at the Auditorium Theatre [LP TWP-200] 1986 4-22 Wurlitzer, Auditorium Theatre, Rochester, NY; RTOS, ex-RKO Palace, Rochester You Let Me Down George Wright 42nd Street and "Other Goodies" [Banda LP] 1981 The organ was custom built by Rodgers, probably starting with a 340. The circuitry was updated to provide more pipe-like sounds and two Vox Humana and one Brass Saxophone ranks were added. Jeepers Creepers; Say It With A Kiss Sidney Torch Hot Pipes! [Hot Pipes PH2007] 4-16 Wurlitzer, Gaumont State Theatre, Kilburn, London; recordings 1938-1940 Chattanooga Choo Choo Rob Richards Organ Stop Pizza Presents [ERB 103-CT] 4-30 Wurlitzer, Organ Stop Pizza, Mesa, AZ Serenade In Blue Phil Kelsall Live at the Buttermarket [Langdale Cassette LAN TC 89] 1999 3-8 Wurlitzer, Buttermarket, Shrewsbury; ex-Ritz Cinema, Chatham On The Atchison, Topeka and The Santa Fe Jackie Brown Flying Scotsman [Concert Recording CR-0058-T] 4-14 Wurlitzer, Granada Theatre, Tooting, London That's Amore Justin LaVoie ATOS 2018 Pasadena Highlights 2018 4-26 Wurlitzer, Vic Lopez Auditorium, High School, Whittier, CA; concert July 2, 2018

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Father Jim Reconciles his two separate lifestyles. Did God ever ask him to remain celebate for life?By GrushaVashnadze. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.“Oh yeah, cunt!” he muttered under his breath.“Yeah, hot fucking cunt!” he continued, ogling the juicy specimen of beauty displaying herself to his lustful eyes. Her pussy was indeed beautiful, pink and delicate, with a finely-crafted blond landing-strip, held open by a pair of painted fingers, so that he could gaze into its hot, wet, steamy depths. He stroked his cock in anticipation, feeling his shaft stiffen and grow, and feeling that exquisite yearning sensation spread outwards, filling his body with testosterone-fuelled bliss.The owner of said cunt looked at him seductively, the tip of her tongue gently tracing the outline of her lips, her eyes cheekily inviting, one hand kneading her huge, perfect, surgically-enhanced breasts, as the other continued to hold her fuck-lips wide.“Oh, yeah, baby, I'm gonna fuck that cunt so hard,” he continued. “I'm gonna ram my fucking cock deep in your hot pussy, I'm gonna feel your juicy cunt around my cock, and then I'm gonna fucking come inside you, I'm gonna spurt all my fucking cum deep in your hot fuck-hole till you scream in pleasure. You want that, baby, you want that?”But there was no answer from the buxom blonde beauty. For she was but a centrefold in a magazine, lying open before him on his bed. One picture among many, actually, for his eiderdown was covered with a selection of his collected periodicals, open to his favourite pages, featuring a variety of nude beauties, all displaying themselves, he liked to think, purely for his pleasure.His cock throbbed as he stroked it, thumb and two fingers gently rubbing the glans while the palm of his hand wrapped itself around the shaft. He admired his carefully-ordered “cunt collage” as he liked to call it. The buxom blond (“Jenny”, according to the caption) occupied pride of place in the centre of his bed. Surrounding her were half a dozen other centrefolds: “Sabrina”; dark-haired, with huge natural flowing boobs, left hand holding her pussy open whilst one delicate finger of the right curled knuckle-deep into her arsehole; “Brea”; blonde and skinny, with pert breasts, irresistibly smouldering eyes, and a shaven pussy; “Elsa” bleached blond hair, sweet “next-door-girl” smile, hairy blonde cunt with' “oh fuck!” he muttered, as he felt his cock twitch and jerk in delight, gorgeous flappy cunt-lips which dangled, glistening with little beads of pussy-juice…He paused his cock-stroking, looking away and upwards at the ceiling, in order to calm himself down: he didn't want to come too soon. Not yet.Just in time, the phone rang. Nervously he scrabbled for the receiver.“Hi Jimmy!”It was the sultry voice he was expecting. “It's Beattie here, wiff yer fantasy call.”“ Beattie, how are you?”“Oh, Jimmy, I'm feeling so fuckin' horny this evening, I'm been so looking forward to our call.”“Talk to me, Beattie,” said Jimmy, as he resumed slowly massaging his dick.“Oh, you know me, Jimmy, I just can't get enough fuckin'. I'm sitting here on my bed, and I'm wearin' this skimpy negligee, and I've shaved my pussy just for you, and it's so fuckin' wet, Jimmy, I just can't wait for you to ram yer big cock in there. D'ye wanna do that, Jimmy?”Beattie's voice was warm and breathy, something she had practised and honed over the months she had been calling him. Jimmy knew that, these days, he could instead be watching a video online, or a camgirl, but he was a man of habit and tradition, and he loved the way things used to be when he was younger, when porn was always magazines, and audio invariably meant the telephone. And so he sat at the head of his bed, stroking his cock, listening to Beattie's breathy seductive personalised filth, whilst he continued to ogle his favourite magazine nudes.As Beattie spoke, his eyes continued to roam the pages spread open on the bed: “Codi”, a ridiculously slender blonde with big fake tits, pouting lips drooling slightly at the sight of her own shaven cunt, spread wide with two delicate hands; “Emma”, on all fours, so her pussy peeped cheekily out from between her buttocks, crowned by a tight puckered arsehole…Beattie was very good too: she knew, after some six months of weekly Friday evening calls to Jimmy, just how he liked it. Jimmy wasn't interested in toys, or blowjobs, or titfucks, or anal, or any other kinks. He liked cunt. He loved cunt. And he adored it when Beattie talked cunt: “Jimmy…” “my pussy's feelin' so hot tonight. Will ye put yer dick in there, Jimmy?”“It's all for you, Beattie,” muttered Jimmy, in a half-hearted attempt to play along with the fantasy. Actually, he wasn't much interested in the role-play aspect of things: it was, after all, pure fakery, but he liked hearing Beattie talk dirty, and so he said the minimum required to let her know that she was on the right track, and then revelled in the glorious obscenity of her wall-to-wall aural filth.“Oh yeah, that feels so fucking good!” “Your cock's so fuckin' hard, Jimmy. I can feel it deep in my cunt, fillin' me up. Go on, Jimmy, slide that huge fuckin' cock in and out of my wet cunt; can ye feel my pussy all hot and juicy for ye?“Jimmy listened, his eyes roving across the collage spread out on the bed before him, imagining what Beattie's cunt might be like. Deliberately, he had never asked her, preferring to make it a new cunt each week: last week's choice had been “Cecilia”, black, shaven, lips teased apart just enough to reveal her juicy pink haven inside; this week, it would be “Jenny”.Jimmy loved Beattie's voice, “chavvy South London”, he called it, oozing squalor; in his more lucid moments he imagined her as a single mum on the dole in some squalid high-rise council flat in Tooting, a ne'er-do-well scraping together a living using the only pathetic skill she had. But now she was his tart, his whore, his plaything, his fantasy: she could be anything and everything he imagined. He liked playing this game, as he continued to stroke his dick to ecstasy whilst revelling in Beattie's increasingly filthy ongoing monologue. Beattie, for her part, was the consummate professional, sensing from Jimmy's pants and grunts just how far he was on his journey to release. And when Jimmy muttered, “Say my favourite things, Beattie,” she knew just what he meant.“You know, Jimmy, I'm a dirdy, filfy, cuntfuckin' whore… That's what I am, Jimmy, just a cuntfuckin' whore.”Jimmy loved those words, and Beattie's grimy accent was the icing on the cake: his cock jerked and bucked in response, stiffening even further.“I'm a whore, Jimmy. And you like dirdy fuckin' whores, don't cha? You wanna fuck my filfy cunt wiv ‘at big cock?”Jimmy was in ecstasy. Soon Beattie had progressed to “My cunt's so fuckin' wet, Jimmy: that's what you do to me, babe. You're gonna make me fuckin' come, Jimmy, ‘coz I'm a dirdy, filfy, cuntfuckin' whore, and I'm gonna fuckin' come all over your big cock!”Jimmy took the cue, fixing his eyes on “Jenny's” pussy, still, of course, reliably wide open and glistening for him, drinking in its beauty, and gradually ramping up the rhythm of his stroking so as to time his own orgasm to match Beattie's ersatz one. And when Beattie got to;“I'm gonna fuckin' come, Jimmy, here it is baby, come all over ye dirdy filfy cuntfuckin' whore, oh yeah oh Fuck!” Jimmy did exactly that. He felt the tell-tale boiling sensation in his balls, felt his cum surge and rise through his shaft and explode from his bucking, twitching cockhead.“Jenny” was the chosen recipient of Jimmy's cum this evening, six or seven thick ropes of semen splattering over her picture. Jimmy aimed at her cunt, and watched as the likeness of her vulva disappeared under a gloopy coating of semen. Beattie was continuing to moan and squeal down the telephone line: “Oh yeah, Jimmy, are ye comin' for me? Does ‘at feel good, babe?”as the last few dribbles of sperm landed on “Jenny's” tits and face. Beattie's voice turned breathy and softer;“Was 'at nice, Jimmy?” "Do ye like comin' in my dirdy hot cunt, Jimmy?“Jimmy panted incoherently in reply, his imagination desperately clinging on as long as he could to the illusion of sexual fulfillment. But it was always too short-lived. Even before his cock was flaccid, the illusion was fading and Beattie was in business mode: "Same time next week still good for ye, babe? Take it off yer card, yeah?”Jimmy muttered a “Yeah, thanks, Beattie,” before hanging up and surveying the mess. It never looked as good afterwards as he hoped it would before. Sperm-soiled magazine “Jenny” looked, frankly, ridiculous and tawdry now, a far cry from the seductive perfection she had exuded when pristine on the page. And wrapping up and disposing of semen-soaked magazine pages was anything but sexy. But Jimmy did so with his customary goal-oriented efficiency, trying to, and largely succeeding in, staunching his creeping feeling of shame, until the job was done, his penis was wiped clean, and he had put on his clothes again.Then his collar.And then his cassock.And then Father James Wright knelt on the floor of his bedroom and wept bitterly.“Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray; and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the Divine Power of God; cast into Hell Satan and all the evil spirits, who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of… oh fuck…”Father Jim's voice tailed off. He had performed his morning ablutions, had his breakfast, and said his Office, and was preparing himself by examination of conscience for his weekly two-birds-with-one-stone excursion to the Cathedral, first to confession, followed by his weekly exorcism training seminar. He usually dressed in civvies for these visits, not wanting to draw attention to himself on public transport, but he never missed his hebdomadal chance to unburden his soul, and timing it for Saturday mornings made sense. Apart from anything else, this way, he felt less guilty saying the Eucharist over the weekend than if he were to have his Friday evening sins hanging on his conscience.But this morning Father Jim's voice gave up mid-supplication, as the thought impinged upon his intercessions: Am I a hypocrite? Actually, this was a thought which frequently went through his mind. The answer, of course, was yes: regularly, deliberately, and with full foreknowledge, every Friday night, and he knew it. For hypocrite though he was, he was neither stupid nor deluded. He had learnt to corral his fleshly weakness into one weekly episode, and it would soon be, gratias Deo, effaced from his soul by the Sacrament of Reconciliation, after which he could continue to pursue his presbyterial vocation with confidence. Until next Friday.Today, though, he felt somewhat less confident than normal, less spiritually bullish, more vulnerable than usual. Perhaps it was the weather, dull and grey like many an English spring morning, but it was almost as if he felt that the hosts of Satan were genuinely massing on the horizon, and that he might truly need the intercession of an archangel to forestall the ruin of his soul. In short, Father Jim's carefully calibrated balancing act between spiritual propriety and sexual concupiscence was feeling unaccountably precarious this morning.He was just letting himself out of the presbytery when a young woman came dashing round the corner, her heels clicking unevenly on the pavement. “Father Jim! Father Jim! Oh, I'm so glad I caught you. Please would you hear my confession?” Behind the urgency of her request Jim descried a pleasingly upper middle-class voice (“so” came out a bit like “say”), but ever so slightly Estuary (“t” in “caught” barely noticeable), as was common with the younger generation.Father Jim thought, but did not say: Oh fuck. He tried not to think swear words between Saturday morning confession and the end of mass on Sunday evening. But he had not been to confession yet, and therefore made the split-second judgment that he may as well, for now, think obscenities. After all, he liked them; he liked the sound of them: “fuck”, beautiful, he thought. And this young lady was, he thought to himself, “fucking hot”. She was slender and small, almost a waif, and yet her pencil skirt was just a touch too tight, and her blouse ever so slightly translucent, so that the shape of her nipples, puffy and rounded but not huge, made two soft tents in the front of her top.Oops, he thought, as he felt his penis begin to stir inside his rather ill-fitting trousers. No, it would not do to be groping his cock out of the way in front of a parishioner, so he banished “fucking hot” from his brain with a quick piece of well-practiced spiritual legerdemain, and switched into concerned parish priest mode. He vaguely recognised the girl, from the back row of the 10:30, perhaps? but wasn't sure if they had ever exchanged words. He felt within his rights to say, “I'm actually on my way out now, er…” as he looked at her quizzically with that I've-forgotten-your-name look customarily used by parish priests.“Bernadette, call me Bernie,” said the woman, pronouncing the “r” softly but clearly.OK, thought Father Jim. Typical second-generation immigrant. Tries to keep up the religious traditions of the home country, but talks like a Sloane except when asserting her identity. Clearly done well for herself, been to uni. But, Jim groaned inwardly, she wasn't taking the hint.“Oh please, Father, I really need you to hear my confession, I… I…”Father Jim looked into her eyes for the first time, and there was that look of moral desperation he was used to seeing in some people. Some could live in their sins for long periods of time before emotional need drove them back to the Church; others, like this girl, presumably, were made of less stern stuff. Her eyes glistened with barely held-back tears, as she continued: “I think I may be under a curse, or a hex, and I… I know you are training to be an exorcist, aren't you?” Her lower lip trembled, as her damp eyes pleaded with him.In the silence of his heart, Father Jim thought to himself: Oh fuck. But he took no pleasure in this particular iteration of his favourite obscenity. He had met this kind of woman before: excessively impressionable, with an inclination to see spiritual warfare lurking under every pebble, when her only problem might a temporary imbalance of hormones. Exorcism? Bullshit. But Jim was, despite his cynicism, a kind man, and so he said, “All right, Bernie. Of course. Let's go in,” as he ushered her through his front door. “Face-to-face, or in the box?”“Oh, I prefer the old-fashioned way, if that's all right, Father?” she replied sheepishly.He gestured her down the corridor towards the church, and then up the long nave, pleasantly illumined by the shifting colours which filtered dully through the great east window. As she walked ahead of him, he watched her bottom jiggle gently from side to side, red heels clicking on the stone floor, her medium-length ponytail of light brown hair swishing behind her. Fuck, he thought, and this time revelled in the thought. Fuck yeah… he muttered silently, his mind's eye briefly, secretly, undressing her from behind.“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” said the girl, once they had both settled into their respective halves of the confessional.“How long has,”“Oh, over a year, Father. I've got a lot of catching up to do.”Fuck, thought Father Jim. But, because he was basically a kind-hearted man, he instead said: “Well, take your time. It is good that God has called you back to the Sacrament now.”“Thank you, Father.” “I… I'm married…” "But I've not been strictly… faithful…“ There was a long pause.Ho ho, I knew it, thought Jim. Another pretty young slut, got hitched too soon, screwing around behind her husband's back. Two a penny. Had one just last week, didn't I? But instead he said, "And how long have you been having this affair?”“Oh, it's not an affair, Father,” "It's kind of a weird binge, a bit… perverted, if you know what I mean. On the rebound, I guess, because I walked in on my husband, you know, with someone else…“Oh shit, thought Father Jim. This'll take all morning. Web of adultery, seen it all before. One fucks around, the other goes off the rails, and soon they're all crotch-deep in moral turpitude. Why do they even bother to get married if they've got no continence? Should try and be celibate, then they'll learn how lucky they are… All that passed through his mind in an instant, but of course he voiced none of it."You see,” “we were married a year ago, here, before you came: Father Peter married us, and, well, I thought it was going so well. We… we were really good in bed, you know… I mean, we really liked the sex and everything.”Too much information! thought Jim to himself. But he did not say that either.“You know, I was a virgin when we got married. I'd saved myself up for this. And the first time, it was wonderful. You know, for some girls it hurts? But for me it was bliss. He just slid in, and I loved it. And we loved it, just like that, in and out, you know?”Father Jim felt his cock begin to stir. It was the inevitable involuntary reaction to a sexual confession which was becoming just a touch too detailed. Fuck, girl, why are you telling me all this? he thought. But Bernie continued to jabber, exuding, though unseen, an air of wide-eyed innocence from behind her latticed screen.“But then Giles started wanting me to do things I didn't want to, you know, oral, and anal, and stuff, and I really wasn't comfortable with it, so we had a few arguments about that. "I mean, when he wanted me to give him a blowjob, you know, he'd just pull down his trousers and waggle the thing in front of my face…”Too much fucking information! Jim screeched in the silence of his own heart. But he couldn't stop himself imagining the husband's cock, stiff and huge, waggling back and forth in front of Bernie's pretty face, her narrow mouth opening wider, wider, her tongue extending to lick pre-cum off the frenulum before her lips softly enclosed the… Fuck, Jim, pull yourself together, man! he thought, as he felt his cock begin to make an uncomfortable tent in his trousers. He stammered out loud, “Er… sister, you don't need to tell me all that, you know, just stick to…”“Oh, but it's important, Father,” “Because that's what led to it. I told him I didn't like sucking him off, but he kept trying to persuade me, and I kept saying no…” Father Jim imagined he detected the faintest hint of a smirk in her tone, but of course it was impossible to tell…“And then,” "there was the anal. Sometimes when we were making love he'd wet his finger with… well, you know… and then he'd reach round and try to stick it in there. I really didn't like it, and of course he never forced me; I mean, he's a kind man, he'd never do anything nasty, but it was clear he was disappointed…“Oh Jesus motherfucking Christ, thought Father Jim. His cock was stiff now, and he could feel his own pre-cum beginning to leak slowly from his glans. He reached down to adjust his cock inside his trousers, and inevitably his hand lingered just a bit too long, grasping his own erect shaft through the fabric and squeezing it gently. That familiar thrill of pleasure surged through him, but he made himself let go, telling himself: Later, Jim, later. Just get this girl through her confession for now…"But the strangest thing of all, Father,” "was when he'd want me to talk dirty to him, you know?“Are you kidding? thought Jim incredulously. Do you think that just because I'm a priest I don't have male blood boiling in my veins? What are you on about, girl?!Bernie seemed oblivious to her confessor's discomfort. Either that, or she was deliberately winding him up, he couldn't tell for sure. "See, Father,” "he'd ask me to say dirty words, like… 'tits'… and 'pussy'… and…“ , her voice lingered a while on the first consonant, "fuck”In an instant, Father Jim's resistance crumbled. That word was his favourite, a glorious fillip to all that was unholy and self-indulgent in the deepest recesses of his mind, and it banished all his residual will-power to the four winds. He quietly but swiftly unzipped his fly, removed his stiff sweaty cock from its prison, pulled back the damp pre-cum-lubricated foreskin, and began to slowly wank his shaft up and down, his lips trembling, his breath coming in ragged bursts. This was wrong. This was so wrong , he knew it, of course. But he was going to do it anyway. This girl could not possibly be for real. This was no sacrament, this was an ambush. The Evil One was tempting him, and he was succumbing. And he fucking loved it…“See, Father Jim, it must be something about men, they all like those dirty words so much. My husband did: he wanted me to say things like” Bernie lowered her voice conspiratorially;“'Ram your fucking cock in my pussy, baby!' and 'Fuck my hot cunt with that big dick!' Things like that… Do you like hearing things like that, Father?” Bernie's voice was hot and breathy now. Her prey was in her grasp, and she was playing with him: Jim knew it, but, though he had no idea why this woman had chosen to ambush him in this manner, he knew it was too late. He groaned, as he felt his cock stiffen further in his sweaty palm, felt his heart pound faster with excitement.“I'm sure we could have worked things out, Father. You know, I got quite used to the dirty talk, that was quite fun actually. But the oral, and the anal; no way. He'd show me videos on the internet, you know; porn? Girls getting fucked in the arse, and taking cocks down their throats; and it just looked so horrible and painful and disgusting. And then he'd show me videos of group sex, and asked if I'd ever like to do stuff like that; and I said no! And then, to show him I really loved him, I'd let him fuck me. I mean, I really loved it when he fucked me: when his cock was all huge and stiff, and then he'd lie me on my back and fuck me all deep and squelchy. Sometimes he'd lie flat on me and grind the base of his cock against my clit to make me come. Sometimes he'd shift down, so his cockhead found my G-spot. Sometimes he'd flip me over and do me doggy. Sometimes I'd go on top and drive him wild, teasing him with my wet pussy lips before plunging down onto this cock. And I loved all that, Father, I did, truly. Cock in cunt that's the way it's meant to be, isn't it? I mean, that's the way God made us, isn't it?”Father Jim groaned at the absurdity of his situation. Here was a young girl giving him lessons in Saint John Paul's Theology of the Body, while he stroked his cock in the confessional, what the fuck was going on?! But he couldn't stop now. His cock was raging, his balls were aching, and his thoughts were in mindfuck mode. Here was a girl after his own heart, one who loved being fucked in the cunt, and who loved to talk filthy. “Oh yeah, oh fuck, oh God…” he muttered incoherently in his ecstasy.“You Okay in there, Father Jim?” "I'm sorry for being so explicit, but ; I kind of have to, you'll see why soon, I'll explain…“You don't have to explain, thought Father Jim' as far as he was capable of thinking anything at all, for he was past thinking now. His mind was now fixed firmly on cunt, on fucking cunt, just like this girl was saying: cock slip-sliding in and out, grinding against engorged clit-flesh. It didn't matter whose cunt: his years of fake fantasy sex, week after week of dirty pictures; "Jenny” or “Codi” or “Elsa” or whoever the fuck they were; or of listening to “ Beattie” recycling her mind-banked fuck-fantasies for his delectation; all this had inured him to the sheer fakery of being a sex-obsessed celibate. It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered now, except the filth-filled moment.“But then,” “one day, about six months ago, I came home early from work, and… and I heard voices from the bedroom upstairs. I was about to walk in, but then, through the door, I heard things like, 'Oh yeah, suck that cock, baby. I'm gonna fuck your pretty slut-face with my big dick…' ; you know, things like that?” Jim heard a nervous giggle from behind the lattice. “And there was the sound of squealing and gagging, like some girl was getting their throat fucked… So then I thought maybe he was watching porn…? But this was too real; and when I realised what must be going on… Oh God, Father, it hurt so much…”For the first time, Father Jim paused stroking his cock. The girl was sobbing softly now. Father Jim felt sorry; and guilty. “I'm so sorry,” he said quietly, as his cock began to soften, and he began to recognise the reality of his own situation. And so his “I'm so sorry” became, retrospectively, not just an expression of sympathy for Bernie, but also an admission of his own culpability. What was he doing sitting in the half-light, pre-cum smeared over his hand, jerking off while listening to a vulnerable, disturbed young woman telling him about the moment she found her husband cheating on her? Shame on you, Jim, he told himself silently.But Bernie had not finished.“And so I opened the door,” “and there they were: Giles standing there shirtless, his big cock stuck out through his fly, ropes of spit dangling from the shaft and dribbling all over the face and tits of my best friend Vicky; you know Vicky: Victoria Berry, she runs the First Holy Communion programme here…? Anyway, she was saying, 'Oh yeah, babe, I fucking love it when you choke me with that big cock, go on, ram that cock down my throat again…'"And then she saw me, before he did. At first she paused in shock. Then she screamed. And then she retreated to the corner of the bedroom, desperately trying to cover up her big tits and wipe the spit off her face. 'Oh God, Bernie, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!' But she wasn't sorry; and I knew it."Giles didn't even pretend. He just stood there, spit dribbling from his cock, smirking. He even said, 'Wanna join us, Dette? Come here and I'll fuck your cunt just the way you like it, while Vicky licks my balls…'"And I… well, I had no idea what to say. So I just screamed at him, '"Just the way I like it” ; sorry?! You're nothing but a fucking pervert, with all your porn, and your anal and your throatfucking. And now this?! How dare you treat me this way; your wife?! What's wrong with you?!!' And then… I didn't know what to do: I wanted so much to hurt him, to make him suffer, standing there all smug with his dick dribbling all over our carpet. But more than that, I wanted to protect myself, to purify myself of the horror and degradation of it all. I wanted to show him I was better than all his filth, to save myself from where he was wanting to take me. So I shouted, 'You'll never fuck me again, you bastard! No man will ever fuck me again. I swear, as God is my witness'; and I know I shouldn't have sworn, Father: I shouldn't have said anything like that, but, God forgive me, I did; 'I swear that no man will ever fuck this cunt again -or may God strike me dead!' And then I ran out. And I never went back.“So now what do I do, Father? I mean, I've called a curse down on myself. May God strike me dead if I break my vow! that's what I said! And, you know, I've stuck with it, Father. I've kept my vow. Ever since then, I've not been fucked. And that was six months ago; probably just before you came to this parish, wasn't it?”Bernie paused. And Father Jim sat in the half-light, bewildered, confused, and scared. This woman must be unstable, he thought. Stark raving mad, actually. Why else would she come to the confessional to tell him, in the filthiest language imaginable; what exactly? that she had caught her husband in flagrante delicto and had now, on the rebound, forsworn sex?“Bernie… Bernie…” Jim fumbled for the right words. “What can I do for you? You have committed no mortal sin. You don't need exorcism – or even confession. But do you want help? Counselling? We have a wonderful ministry here for separated and divorced Catholics: let me put you in touch with the leader, she could help you…”“No, Father,” interrupted Bernie firmly, “you don't understand. I swore that I if am ever fucked again, God must strike me dead. I am under a curse, Father and I need to be released. And you are an exorcist, are you not?”Father Jim sat in the semi-darkness, his flaccid cock dangling out of his fly, a little droplet of pre-cum still glimmering on his glans, and he took a deep breath. “I have been receiving training, yes; but you don't need exorcism. Your words were spoken in haste, in an understandable excess of emotion: God will not hold that against you. You need to rebuild your life, not live in fear of an imagined curse that…”“Father,” Bernie interrupted again, even more firmly that before, “Pray over me now: release me from my curse. The Evil One has my cunt in his grasp. After all…”Beattie paused, then spoke very slowly and clearly;“I am a dirty, filthy, cuntfucking whore.”Father Jim's heart skipped a beat. “What did you say?” he gasped.“I said, 'I am dirty, filthy, cuntfucking whore.' Or, would you prefer it like this:'I'm a dirdy, filfy, cuntfucking whore, Jimmy!Father Jim leapt up; terrified. Now he knew he was in trouble. Who was this girl? Who was she pretending to be? Who was pretending to be whom? And what was she after? And why was she playing with him like this? What it a trap? All these thoughts raced through his mind, but he did not have time to voice any of them before Bernie's voice (or was it Beattie's?), cold as steel despite the muffling effect of the latticed confessional screen, said: "Don't put yer cock away, Jimmy. Leave it danglin' like the good li'l wanker you are, and join me in front of the Sacrament.” He heard the door on Bernie's side of the confessional open, and her heels click-clicking across the stone floor in the direction of the altar.Obediently, though trembling in terror, Father Jim opened his door; and gasped. For Bernie's tiny waif-like figure was naked now, apart from her red high heels, her tight bottom wiggling and swaying as she walked ahead of him, the wispy outline of her pubic hair just visible between her soft buttocks. “Do 'ye like it, Jimmy?” smirked Bernie, as she looked back over her shoulder to watch his cock, still dangling awkwardly out of his fly, begin to stiffen again. “This is whatcha wanted ta see when you followed me in here, wasn't it? Because ye like cunt, don't ye, Jimmy? Nuffink better than the sight of a hot cunt peeping out from between Beattie's arse-cheeks, eh? Ye wanna fuck my cunt, Jimmy? 'Coz you can…”She reached the sanctuary steps, and turned to point one accusing finger at Jim as she bellowed;“After you fucking excercise it!”Beattie's demented scream echoed off the stone walls of the church, as she backed up the three steps to the sanctuary and lifted her bottom onto the altar, carelessly scattering crucifix, sacramentary and candle-stands onto the floor. She spread her legs wide and leant back on her elbows, pert puffy tits and lightly thatched pussy-gape shamelessly displayed. Father Jim stood, horrified and transfixed in equal measure. The detritus of Beattie's blasphemy lay scattered on the floor; but he couldn't keep his eyes off her. Oh yeah, cunt! he thought, despite himself. Yeah, hot fucking cunt!Beattie knew what he was thinking.“Do 'ye like it, Jimmy?” she breathed. “If ye wanna fuck it, get yer prayer book, and fuckin' remove my curse!” Beattie began to slide one finger into her pussy, wetting it with her fuck-slime and gently rubbing her clit. Father Jim hesitated, rooted to the spot in terror, until Beattie screamed again,“Get yer fucking prayer book and pray my curse away, Jimmy!”Father Jim scrabbled through a pile of books on the front pew, retrieved a copy of Prayers Against the Powers of Darkness, and raised his right palm towards Beattie, who was now panting in ecstasy as she rubbed her clit with one hand, two fingers of the other plunging in and out of her sodden pussy.“Lo… Lord Jesus Christ,” stammered the priest, “I place my sister at the foot of Your cross and ask You to cover her with Your Precious Blood which pours forth from Your Most Sacred Heart and Your Most Holy Wounds. Cleanse her, my Jesus, in the living water that flows from Your Heart. I ask You to surround her, Lord Jesus, with Your Holy Light.”“Oh yeah, amen!”screamed Beattie , as a spasm went through her body; whether of spiritual battle or sexual pleasure Father did not know, but no longer cared. His words were those of prayer; but his mind was fixed on cunt.Cunt… oh yeah, cunt! he moaned in the silence of his heart, even as he continued to stammer: “In… in… in the… Holy Name of Jesus, I break and dissolve any and all curses, spiritual influences, evil wishes, evil desires, and every dysfunction and disease from any source including your mistakes and sins. In Jesus' Name, I sever the transmission of any and all vows, pacts, spiritual bonds and satanic works.”“Fuck yeah!”screamed the girl, as another spasm passed through her body. Three slimy fingers were now pounding in and out of her cunt, as the other hand rubbed frantically at her clit.Father Jim's cock was stiff and throbbing again; but with one hand holding his prayer book and the other extended towards Bernie, he could not touch it, but continued to read with a trembling voice: “In the Name of Jesus, I lift this curse. I thank You, Jesus, for setting my sister free. Fill her with charity, compassion, faith, gentleness, hope, humility, modesty, tranquillity, truth, understanding, and wisdom. Help her to walk in Your Light and Truth, illuminated by the Holy Spirit so that she may praise, honour, and glorify Our Father in time and in eternity.”“Fuck yeah, Jesus!”;screamed Bernie, as her whole body shook from head to toe, four fingers now forming a blur as they pounded in and out of her cunt.“Free me, Jesus! Free my fucking cunt! Oh fuck! “Father Jim's cock was sticking horizontally out of his fly, throbbing with wild desperation. Pre-cum dribbled down his shaft; but still he did not touch, as he continued to stretch out his right hand in prayer: "For You, Lord Jesus, are the Way, and the Truth, and the Life, and You have come that we might have life, and have it to the full.”Bernie's whole fist was now pounding in and out of her cunt, her fuck-lips stretched wide in agony and ecstasy as she screamed, “Depart from me, Satan! Oh, I'm cumming! Oh yeah!” Juice squirted from her cunt, across the floor and down the stone altar steps, splattering Father Jim's shoes and trouser-legs.“Surely God is my salvation,” intoned the priest, lips and hands trembling but his cock throbbing nevertheless. “I will trust and not be afraid. The Lord, the Lord himself, is my strength and my defense; he is my salvation.”“Amen… Amen…”whispered Bernie as she slowly withdrew her slimy hand from her cunt, her fuck-lips stretching wide, leaving her pussy gaping, her pink flesh glistening in front of Father Jim's face. The priest lowered his right hand, then stood, staring, bewildered, drained; but his cock still stiff and dribbling.Bernie, had a wild deranged smile spreading across her face.“I'm free, Father,” "Jesus has set me free from my curse!“Jim stared in horror. Bernie's face was luminescent, demented. But her cunt shone with a different kind of gleam; and Jim could not tear his eyes away from it."I can fuck again, Father,” "My cunt is free again: look!“She spread her pussy-lips wide, so that Jim could stare into her pink gloopy bubbling depths. And then she said the inevitable: "Now fuck me, Jimmy…”Father Jim gripped his cock with his right hand, even as his left held his prayer book tight. He was scared; terrified of what he had just done, and of what this deranged troubled girl was now telling him to do. He knew this was all wrong. But the scent of frigged-out cunt, the sight of that glistening pink fuck-flesh, and the sound of her sultry voice breathing at him, were too much to withstand. “Fuck me, Jimmy,” “Fuck my hot cunt. 'Coz I'm a dirdy, filfy, cuntfuckin' whore. And you like dirdy fuckin' whores, don'tcha? You wanna fuck my filfy cunt wiv yer big cock?”Father Jim nodded, mutely, his right hand gripping his shaft. His prayer book slipped subconsciously from his left hand, landing in a little puddle of pussy-squirt on the stone floor.“Come on Jimmy,” breathed Beattie. “Don't be scared. My cunt's all safe now. No curse no more. And I've been waitin' for this for so long, Jimmy. Every fuckin' Friday night I've had my fingers up my cunt, rubbing myself off for ye, listening to ye spurt your hot cum all over yer wank-mags. Now it's time for you to fuck my cunt for real, Jimmy!”“Wh… who are you?” stammered Father Jim. “Why me?”Beattie spread her cunt-lips again. “Later, Jimmy, later,” "Now fuck me.“Trembling, Father Jim walked up the three stone steps to the edge of the altar, where Beattie sat, her legs spread wide, still adorned by her red high heels, her cunt pungent, oozing, inviting. He nudged his bulging cockhead against her cunt-lips, and pushed."Oh God!” He could not resist calling out; for here, now, for the first time ever, was something he had fantasised about all his life. He felt Beattie's soft moist velvety depths yield and engulf him, felt her juices gently coat the length of his shaft, felt her inner cunt muscles squeezing, caressing. And then he started to fuck; slowly at first, relishing the heavenly-hellish feeling of her slip-slimy walls stroking the full length of his shaft as it slid all the way out, then in, and then again, and again, each new thrust taking his cock to a new level of pleasure, and his mind closer and closer to ecstasy.“Is 'at good for ye, Jimmy?” “You lifted my curse, Jimmy. I knew you could, Mister Father James Wright! From the first time I saw yer card details I knew you were the one to save me. Giles and Vicky can go fuck themselves: 'coz I got a priest to set my cunt free!”Jimmy knew deep down that this girl was mad, that he had been trapped, and that this meant the end of everything he had ever truly valued: his vocation, his career, his friendships, his reputation. But… cunt. Cunt. This was not like jerking off over his magazines on Friday night. This cunt was real; and truly, he saw that it was good. Beattie was now talking to him the way he could never resist:“Feel how fuckin' wet my cunt is, Jimmy? That's what you do to me, babe. You're gonna make me come, Jimmy, 'coz I'm a dirdy, filfy, cuntfuckin' whore, and I'm gonna fuckin' come all over your big cock!”By GrushaVashnadze for Literotica.

Bob Brooker Tracing Ancestry and Creating Songs, Guitars on the Beach. In today's episode I'll be talking to Bob Brooker. Bob will be talking about his involvement in music including Guitars on the Beach and his wonderful project tracing his ancestry which has culminated in his song Me and Mr Torch which traces his links back to Antonio Tocci who was an organ grinder in Tooting and many other hitherto unknown relatives. Bob talks about his early musical involvements and interests which involve one of the early Isle of Wight Festivals and collecting guitars from his past which I can really resonate with.   https://soundcloud.com/user-697416925-364789297/sets/an-ordinary-life/s-zl4DsCjripv?si=e91b88ddc6ff4f5598b98242702581a4&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing&fbclid=IwAR3_Wd915Rn4zGouYnbLyLQckHrHh62QDhDMGZQl5oBApARI1Lk_qsyDXOITo support the podcast and get access to features about guitar playing and song writing visit https://www.patreon.com/vichyland and also news for all the creative music that we do at Bluescamp UK and France visit www.bluescampuk.co.uk   For details of the Ikaro music charity visit www.ikaromusic.com   Big thanks to Josh Ferrara for the music    

Broadcast on Serenade Radio on 25th January, 2024 Name Artist Album Year Comments Carolina In The Morning Al Melgard This Is Melgard [Replica 518 CD] 4-24 Wurlitzer, Replica Studio, Des Plaines, IL (William Huck), plus guitarrist That Certain Party Vic Hammett Pipin' Hot! from the Cap'ns Galley [Doric 1401] 1978 4-18 Wurlitzer, Cap'ns Galley, Redwood City CA; ex-1926 Fifth Avenue Theatre, Seattle, WA (What Can I Say) After I Say I'm Sorry? Dave Quinlan Private: Organ Loft, Salt Lake City 1964-10 1964 5-24 Wurlitzer, Organ Loft, Salt Lake City, UT; unreleased Warner Bros. recording My Blue Heaven John Seng Concert: Town Hall Ossett 1989-10-01 1989 3-13 Compton-Christie, Town Hall, Ossett, Yorkshire Sam, The Old Accordion Man Bill Langford Gangbusters and Lollipops [Fantasy F-8396] 1970 3-13 Wurlitzer, Ye Olde Pizza Joynt, San Lorenzo Village, CA; ex-State Theatre, Fresno (2-9 Wurlitzer); console ex-Warfield Theatre, San Francisco Makin' Whoopee Jim Riggs Concert: Berlin Middle School 1992 1992 2-8 Wurlitzer, Berlin Middle School, New Hampshire; 20 May 1992 Love Me or Leave Me Bryan Rodwell At Tooting With Rodwell [Ventures In Sound VIS B-3] 4-14 Wurlitzer, Granada Cinema, Tooting, London 'Tain't No Sin (To Take Off Your Skin And Dance Around In Your Bones) Chris Elliott That's Entertainment [CPE 102-CD] 1990 4-48 Wurlitzer, Wilcox Residence, Gig Harbor, Seattle, WA; ex Brooklyn Fox via Cardinal Music Palace, Ft. Wayne, IN Little White Lies Brett Valliant ATOS 2023 Chicago CD 2 2023 4-21 Hybrid, St. Mary of the Lake Seminary, Mundelein, IL; Concert 2023-07-06 You Jelani Eddington Something Wonderful [RJE CD] 2006 J. Tyson Forker Memorial 4-32 Wurlitzer; Grace Baptist Church, Sarasota, FL; Manasota TOS

‘A woman walks quickly with a rolled up dog's lead in one hand. I'd thought she'd lost her dog, but then suddenly behind her is a greyhound, trying to catch up.' Please note before you start listening: this podcast is recorded in 3D sound! So make sure that you're wearing headphones for the very best experience. The small details in life can pass you by. Unless you take the time to stop to notice them. Which is exactly what author, actor and social media personality Miranda Keeling does in this podcast series. Expanding on the observations she shares on her popular Twitter account, she invites you to join her out and about as she captures those small, magical moments of everyday life, in sound. Thanks to 3D recordings, you'll hear everything she does as if you were right there with her. There are new episodes every Tuesday and Thursday. These short but lovingly crafted episodes are an invitation to escape from life's hustle, immersing you in Miranda's world for a few minutes.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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‘There are trees dipping towards the water's surface. Below them, the ripples are making geometric shapes on the water.' Please note before you start listening: this podcast is recorded in 3D sound! So make sure that you're wearing headphones for the very best experience. The small details in life can pass you by. Unless you take the time to stop to notice them. Which is exactly what author, actor and social media personality Miranda Keeling does in this podcast series. Expanding on the observations she shares on her popular Twitter account, she invites you to join her out and about as she captures those small, magical moments of everyday life, in sound. Thanks to 3D recordings, you'll hear everything she does as if you were right there with her. There are new episodes every Tuesday and Thursday. These short but lovingly crafted episodes are an invitation to escape from life's hustle, immersing you in Miranda's world for a few minutes.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Start Name Artist Album Year Comments So go to him, and say to him; Twenty Love-Sick Maidens; The Soldiers Of Our Queen (Patience); With Cat-Like Tread (The Pirates Of Penzance) Dudley Savage As Prescribed 1975-07-27 1975 3-8 Compton with Melotone, ABC/Royal Cinema, Plymouth 4:24 Poor Butterfly Leonard MacClain Melody Mac at the Console [Ralbar SOLP-6302] 1963 3-31 Kimball, Stanton Theatre, Baltimore, MD; previously Stanley Theatre 8:01 Younger Than Springtime Arnold Loxam Cinema Organ Encores Vol 48 [Deroy 1065] Reprocessed Stereo 1974 3-19 Wurlitzer, Paramount/Odeon Theatre, Leeds; reprocessed stereo 10:30 Holiday For Trombones David Lowe Mr Resident [COS Cassette 104] 1984 3-9 Conacher, Regal/Odeon/Scala Cinema, Rotherham, Yorkshire 13:52 Pulupe Nei Ili I Anu John DeMello At The Waikiki Theatre Organ [Lani LS-1000] 4-15 Robert Morton, Waikiki Theatre, Honolulu, HI 15:59 McNamara's Band Robinson Cleaver In Concert [Amberlee AML 309] 1975 4-14 Christie, Regal Theatre, Edmonton, London 19:50 It's A Most Unusual Day Ian Davies Australian Style [Concert Recording CR-0015-T] 3-15 Wurlitzer, Capitol Theatre, Sydney 24:19 The Wig Jonas Nordwall At The Wurlitzer Pipe Organ - Oriental Theatre, Portland [Gamba JN 101] 1969 3-13 Wurlitzer, Oriental Theatre, Portland, OR; last recording made before demolition in Spring, 1970 27:59 Lazy Piano Doreen Chadwick Cinema Organ Encores Vol 46 [Deroy 1056 Reprocessed stereo] 1974 4-14 Wurlitzer, Gaumont Cinema, Manchester 30:56 Caravan Virg Howard Now Is The Hour [Ohio Recording Service] 1965 4-20 Wurlitzer, Paramount Theatre, Toledo, OH; 1929-1965; 3,409 seats French Renaissance/Atmospheric by Rapp & Rapp; Final concert Sept. 28, 1965 34:27 Kiss Me Again; Dream Con Docherty Cinema Organ Encores Vol 07 [Deroy 875] 1964 3-19 Wurlitzer, Paramount/Odeon Theatre, Newcastle-On-Tyne 39:41 It's De-Lovely Tom Hazleton ATOS 1985 Chicago 1985 6-51 Barton, Chicago Stadium, Chicago 43:14 I'll See You In My Dreams Reginald Stone Popular Theatre Organ Favorites (Aragon ALP 129] 2-6 Kimball, Fox Theatre, Victoria, BC, Canada; originallly St. Helens Theatre, Chehalis, WA. Now Alberta Keyboard Center, Calgary. Many residences in between. 46:51 Babette Donald Thorne Cinema Organ Encores Vol 49 [Deroy 1067] 1974 4-14 Wurlitzer, Granada Theatre, Tooting, London; from rehearsals 1958-59 49:49 In Acapulco Bob Mitchell Bob Mitchell's Theatre Organ Favorites [Cassette] 4-30 Kimball, St. James' Episcopal Church, Wilshire Blvd., Los Angeles 52:35 Speak Easy Bryan Rodwell Cinema Organ Encores Vol 05 [Deroy 870] 1955 3-8 Wurlitzer, Granada Cinema, Clapham Junction, London 18/9/37; remastered stereo from mono tapes (by Deroy) 56:46 The Stripper Tom Hazleton KPEN Live and Direct 1964-05-30 1964 4-32 Wurlitzer, Paramount (Granada) Theatre, San Francisco (1921); Broadcast live May 30, 1964 60:29 Just A Memory George Wright At The Fox, Volume Two [Banda 109453] 1959/1994 4-36 'Crawford Special' Wurlitzer, Fox Theatre, San Francisco; - rec 1956 to 1959

Mike and Steve discuss the classic arcades from their youth, have a special Dad Appreciation segment where they call their dads, AND the boys discover a strange group of men who wish to commit crimes. And of course, some of your History Roads!Advertise on Dynamic Banter via gumball.fmJOIN the Patreon: patreon.com/dynamicbanterGET the MERCH: dynamicbanter.clothingSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

On today's MJ Morning Show: Billie Eilish is upset with "Variety" Morons in the news NFL sideline injury How is Froggy? We called his wife. Tooting stories: During Andrei Vasilevskiy interview and John Kerry speech Has there been an increase in aggressive driving? We took calls. Roxanne's better mood? She has a new game. $44 million Florida Lottery ticket is about to expire How much do you spend on a date? Tinder date lights her date on fire Spirit Airlines merger? A guy climbs over another passenger on a flight... Argument begins. What is 'fexting'? 5 foods you must eat the same day you open or cook Taylor Swift - Time's 'Person of the Year'... We took calls Friend is homeless... Are you wrong for not letting friend stay in spare room? Pot luck meals at work - which foods can get you sick? Jamie Foxx spoke after receiving an award about his ordeal, still rather secretive... Britney Spears' dad had amputation "Soprano's" star opens bar

On this Unrelenting episode we bring you the brand of scintillating conversation that Unrelenting has become infamous for. We discuss taking tests, streaming Satoshis, sending politicians to jail, losing money on Amazon, and so much more! Thanks for listening. Please subscribe and tell a friend! EXECUTIVE PRODUCER:Travis HawsKevin SeifertNetNedbooperofnosesTomTomskiCBrooklyn112 THANK YOU! JOIN GENE'S VIDEOGAME / … Continue reading "094: Tooting My Own Corn"

Wind, rain and fireworks in Thamesmead, join Michael Avery and his Dyettes as the Dockers make heavy weather of progressing over SW London rivals Tooting Bec in the league cup.Up the Dockers Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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We're going Ethiopian on our latest episode, as comedian Carl Donnelly orders a selection of curries from Elsa's Vegan Kitchen in Tooting. To much skepticism from Cim and Carl, Tom claims that this particular cuisine is his favourite. They also discuss a tasty snack which involves butterflying dates, the perfect method when it comes to peanut butter on toast, and a fellow who ate nothing but potatoes for a year!Thanks for listening. Please rate, review and subscribe.Email: HELLO@MYFAVOURITETAKEAWAYPODCAST.COMTwitter: @FavtakeawaypodInstagram: myfavouritetakeawaypodcast Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On this week's podcast we review Scotland's loss to South Africa in the opening round of the 2023 Rugby World Cup and reflect on some positives that might give us hope that the tournament is not yet over. Get ad free episodes plus bonus content on Patreon from £3 per monthSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/scottishrugbyblog. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Sadiq Khan is the Mayor of London, one of the top jobs in British politics. He is extremely ambitious and has achieved huge success in his career, previously working as a Labour MP and a human rights solicitor. But Sadiq came from humble beginnings. He grew up on a council estate in Tooting with 7 siblings. I absolutely loved my conversation with the Mayor. We discussed how to make tough decisions, whether sacrifices are necessary for a successful career, why more CEOs aren't in politics and his new campaign to make London safer for women.

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"I took up running just to be on your podcast" - Sadiq Khan You heard it here first! Jenni is honoured to be joined by RunPod Run Club's latest member The Mayor of London - Sadiq Khan.Sadiq is a keen runner, and he loves nothing more than running around his favourite city - especially in the parks! Running is his form of self-care and gives him the resilience to do what he does, whether that's being The Mayor, a Husband, Dad or Mate. Do make sure you say hi to him next time he races past you in Tooting or Richmond! Sadiq is also doing everything in his power to make sure London is tackling the Climate Emergency. Having the freedom to run outside, without feeling the effects of air pollution is top of his agenda! It starts with all of us.Sadiq's book 'Breathe: Tackling The Climate Emergency' is available now!Looking to buy a RunPod t-shirt? Go here: linktr.ee/runpod

The Beautiful Game Podcast - Episode 139 - EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW ISAIAH JONES - We discussed the career of Isaiah #Jones with the man himself. We discussed; playing in the non-league circuit, breaking through at #Middlesborough, Chuba #Akpom's rise, his battle with mental health + much more.0:00 Intro2:40 Guest intro4:04 Humble beginnings6:04 Joining Lambeth All stars7:45 Growing up in Peckham8:45 Falling in love with football9:51 Trial at Charlton12:25 Tooting and Mitcham15:26 Playing in Non-League17:04 Joining Middlesbrough21:28 Adapting to a pro environment23:44 Training with the first team25:10 Going out on loan to St Johnstone35:50 Queen of the South loan40:05 Altercation with Neil Warnock42:46 Redemption under Neil Warnock44:00 Shining in debut season at Middlesborough49:08 Time under Chris Wilder54:05 Start of 2022/2355:40 Chuba Akpom59:10 Isaiah's Mental health challenges1:10:05 Middlesborough's end to the season.1:14:19 Michael Carrick message after play off defeat1:17:39 International future1:19:21 What's next for Isaiah?1:21:53 Cameron Archer1:22:50 Off the Pitch1:26:13 Guest recommendations1:27:38 Outro Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Sadiq Khan was born in 1970 in Tooting, south London. He became a solicitor in the early 90's specializing in Human rights issues, and an MP in 2005. He was first elected as London Mayor in 2016, becoming the third mayor of the city and its first Muslim mayor. In his new book 'Breathe: Tackling the Climate Emergency' he describes his reaction to being diagnosed with adult-onset asthma. He reveals the music that was the soundtrack to the mad house he grew up in - and the inspirational song that politicised him. Inherited: Our House by Madness Passing on: Pride (In the Name of Love) by U2 Producer: Ben Mitchell

Amy Lawrence and Adrian Clarke join Ian Stone to talk about everything Arsenal except the football from Saturday. Following Arsenal's miserable loss to Forest we wonder what the worst takes have been about Arsenal not winning the league and why it's actually all Zinchenko's fault. We also discuss the new banner going up at the Emirates, transfers, and 'Win' the dog, Arsenal's new training ground companion. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

From sharing a Tooting council flat with 9 other family members to shaping the lives of 9 million people as the mayor of London, Sadiq Khan knows where ambition can take you. He also knows what the responsibility to his city has cost him, affecting all the other most important responsibilities in his life, from his mental health, his faith and even the safety of his family. Discussing everything from Donald Trump to responding to terrorist attacks, this is a landmark conversation, that breaks through all the usual smoke and mirrors of politics and takes a honest look at the person behind the power. Topics: Early years Working all the time Why are you a politician? What direction do you think London has gone in in the last 10 years? The knife crime problem Police officers attacking women Your hardest day as mayor Donald trump Your faith Have you ever felt your safety at risk? Suffering during covid Where have you let yourself down Politicians not being honest What's labor doing wrong? Why don't politicians lead with emotion? What are you most proud of? Your father The last guest question Sadiq: Instagram - https://bit.ly/3j7Mehi Twitter - https://bit.ly/3j7ZXou Watch the episodes on Youtube: https://g2ul0.app.link/3kxINCANKsb Follow: Instagram: https://bit.ly/3CXkF0d Twitter: https://bit.ly/3ss7pM0 Linkedin: https://bit.ly/3z3CSYM Telegram: https://g2ul0.app.link/SBExclusiveCommun Sponsors: Bluejeans: https://g2ul0.app.link/NCgpGjVNKsb Huel: https://g2ul0.app.link/G4RjcdKNKsb