I'm lost in the Switchpod queue - I've been waiting so long I've actually gone back in time. Hopefully the bus will be along soon so you can hear my Live Exclusive on my new pod. No one hold their breath please - you might suffocate!
Make it stop. I've done another pod - here it is. UPDATE UPDATE: don't click yet - got a problem Houston - those nice people over at Switchpod are sorting it out while I get some sleep...
I'm singing on this one!
Just don't ask....
CLICK HERE for a good laugh. UPDATE UPDATE: not yet - sorry!
I used to be quite famous in certain circles you know! And thanks to Bob Swipe I've just had to join BHF Shoppers Anonymous. Yes, today I purchased from the incredibly nervous dare I say it effeminate man behind the counter who for no apparent reason at all took it upon himself to explain to my five year old EXACTLY how chip and pin works - I mean? Please! Bless the little podlington mascot - he listened very patiently and then said 'Actually no - my mum's name is ****** and she's very clever so we don't need you to tell us anything. Bye'. And off I scarpered red faced and very much trying not to laugh with the most inexplicable assortment of purchases:
2 x children's books - ok - I can be let off for that 3 x children's video's - ok - I'll be sending them back within the year 1 x vinyl LP 'Manifesto' Roxy Music 1 x vinyl LP 'Band On The Run' Wings 1 x vinyl LP 'Oh What A Lovely War' - the Joan Littlewood Theatre Workshop original cast including Judy Cornwell (Rock Follies), Brian Murphy (George and Mildred), and Avis Bunnage! 1 x vinyl LP 'Hi-Fi Companion Ray Conniff - His Orchestra and Chorus (great cover - will post up soon) 1 x vinyl LP 'Goodbye Yellow Brick Road' Elton Bloody John
All of the vinyl I bought in the most ridiculously impulsive nostalgic frenzy. All of the above with the exception of Ray Cuntiff and Roxy M were parent-owned LP's. Pathetic - even more so that my turntable is in the bloody loft gathering dust. I suppose on the up-side it's a good incentive to dust it off and set it up - I miss my vinyl such alot - cd's and mp3's just aren't the same. Now, audio cassettes however.............................
Just in case you were wondering - here she is. I feel a little unsettled as she looks familiar - I think I might have met her at some point quite a while ago. We work in the same industry so it is possible.
I did it! I did it! I did it! I woke up and thought - no - I will not let technology ruin yet another day in my fraught and busy life. So here it is - The Romo For Real 7. Or no.10 depending on how you look at it after three attempts all finally swished down the cyber-lav of life past. Anyway - stick it on. Hope it was worth it. Thanks for bearing with me.
OK - now it's my turn to give up. My third attempt at podcast 7 has crashed again at the last song and now I know why - it's not me - it's the aagghhhhh really trying not to badly swear effing sodding can I use the c-word - I'm sorry I'm going to have to - c*nting file. It must be bloody corrupt. It rather annoyingly stops being dragged halfway at last knock-ins and then sends the programme into hanging no respondo need to restart mode.
No no no no no! I can't bear it. There is a part of me that wants to stay up half the night and finish the fucker but the other half wants to go to bed after taking a large mallet to the computer and then throwing the remnants into the park. Bejaaaasus! And do you know what's even more annoying is that you would think I would have learnt from last time and saved it all as I went along but oh no - stoopid derbrain here forgot! That's it - sorry guys - no more pod for a while.......as Ian dury sang so well - what a waste.
UPDATE: It gets worse - as an experiment I've just tried to upload the afore-mentioned track of evil and it loaded perfectly. What? What? WHAT? Oh I'm so cross. It's not corrupt at all just cantankerous. A bit like me really. Meh. Boo. Hoo. Sniff.
In my bid to try and save the lostpod I've had to give up the ghost in the machine for a few days and have a bit of creative re-grouping. I've distracted myself by finally posting up some stuff on recovered notebook which was orig my idea - it's only taken me about 4 months to get around to it! Podcast should be done by tonight by the way.
Talking of podcasts - Jifdump's just uploaded 2 beauties onto Slutchpid - click here to listen and then maybe click here to drop him a line and let him know what you think. Personally - I can't wait for the next one - hopefully there will be one!
Tara for now. Don't forget - if you have a spare score (that's £20) - keep it aside for the Save Our Molls Fund.
I had just finished podcast 7 - all done on the fly and just as the last song was loading garageband spazzed out and I had to restart therefore losing the lot. Oh oh oh OH!
Going off to do something else and sulk enormously.
In the meantime, thank you for all your kind comments re: the last two. Why did I ever get involved with technology? Why? Why? WHY? Stupid Stupid. STUUUUUPID!
Yes - it really is me. Or it's at least what my eyes feel like after two poohcasts in one day. The second one is up for anyone's ears that want to be pinned back by my random delights! A bit different to the other one. Got to go - failing fast. Yawn. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
The latest monster poohcast is up and running - CLICK HERE It's a bit of a mixed bag this week due to some bad news yesterday - hope you all enjoy it - I won't take offence if you don't! Er...and the levels are a bit all over the place so hover over your volume dials for fear of unexpected imminent deafness. I'm on a bit of a roll - might attempt another one tonight....... Bubbly bye my little fluffy bloggereesters xx
A pooh-cast is in the making but you are all just going to have to wait - I had an attack of laziness and got side-tracked. The Romo For Real 5 will be up and running sometime tomorrow hopefully in time for tea and cake - but I can't vouchsafe for clean language so I'd just turn it up and hope for the best if I were you. Night night my little frappamochalattechino's.......RMx
No - I'm not at work today which means I am indeed cleaning my gun and probably cleaning the bathroom and doing the washing up and tidying up and podcasting and stuff like that.Welcome back my gorgeous little bloggy dumplings. This is the first time I've had a chance to breathe let alone articulate. The above picture is courtesy of my mate Paul who has a great blog and a great eye and a lovely wife and a wonderful allottment too - he went to the St Martins show and took this - I think it's great.Thanks so much and big squashy hugs to everyone who sent out interplod when I went to camp x-ray(no - that's not me - but the 'people over the fence' that hated us because we were so loud and interrupted their tetris-a-thon that they had obviously entered for the whole weekend). Then Blogger went pants and temporarily eliminated me from all mankind - I can't believe the concern - I was genuinely touched. Thank you all very much. I've been commenting here and there when I can and downloading gargantuan amounts of podcasts to keep me sane. Still got to do Istvanski's 2nd, Bob's 88th and Jifdump's 1st - Billy's 3rd was corking and Bob's Rolling Stones one was brilliant.
I've just finished producing a live show with Beck and something else for EMI. Beck - nice band, great sound but goodness, how tiny and short is that man? Very. Took him a while to get going but when he did it was great. Performed mainly new stuff - Nausea, Cellphone. Wired up some sort of electronic calculator and played it like an instrument whilst dancing the most cool James Brown-esque shuffle. For the last track he was joined by the rather brilliant Jamie Lidell on backing vocals who almost stole the show in an old burberry mac with turquoise towel around his neck. The man is a genius. Then it was Jamie's turn to go solo - epic is all I can say. Will probably feature him in a podcast at some point. The only disappointing thing about Beck was the aggressiveness of some of the road crew. They hate film people as it has nothing to do with what they do - too much waiting around I guess. Some of them were nice and some of them were vile. But Beck's a living genius in my book - despite his odd stare and very loose way of walking like he's going to blow over in a puff of wind.
Apparently Beck is a scientologist. I have to say - I'm not a big fan of Scientology full stop - but hey - each to their own. Just don't want it thrust in my face like on Saturday afternoon in Richmond. The evil Hubbardites were doing 'stress tests' on George Street. Again, preying on the young and vulnerable. I went a bit mad and staged my own impromptu protest. I stood in front of their stall with a big bunch of flowers and shouted "these are evil evil people - do not believe their words - evil, evil. evil people". They looked a bit shocked at first and then laughed as I walked away shouting EVIL really loudly!. I suppose I must have looked a bit ridiculous but at least I did my bit. Hate them.
I almost forgot - here's a picture of half of my face and my mum at The Stones - bit out of date now but here it is: It was quite a piece of history all round really - she hadn't seen them since 1964 at Beat City in Oxford Street and before that at the infamous pub on Eel Pie Island - that's bloody cool in my book. This time around was amazing - I never really knew what it was like to have your hair stand on end until they blasted onto the stage at Twickenham. I felt like I was glowing all over - a feeling that didn't subside for about 3 days. I was on a true Stones high! I can't think of much else to say really as it is all a bit old news apart from the fact that they all performed perfectly and Mick Jagger was an inspiration. If I can run and dance like that when I'm 63 then I will be very happy. Keef was a GOD - faultless and rakishly thin. Kindly smiling at all the fans and constantly trying to put his arm around Mick and Ronnie in such a heart-rendingly genuine way. Charlie played so tight and looked the best he has looked for a long time. It was blinding.
On that note, I'm off to do my next poohcast - tara chooks! xx
Err...I know Bob Swipe does this much better than me but slightly horrified to find that some freak from the US gov in Albequerque is searching for British Adult xxx blogger and somehow was referred to me. How?
Domain Name cabq.gov ? (United States Government) IP Address 143.120.40.# (City of Albuquerque) ISP City of Albuquerque Location Continent : North America Country : United States (Facts) State : New Mexico City : Albuquerque Lat/Long : 35.0757, -106.6406 (Map) Language English (United States) en-us Operating System Microsoft WinXP Browser Internet Explorer 6.0 Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1) Javascript version 1.3 Monitor Resolution : 1024 x 768 Color Depth : 32 bits Time of Visit Sep 2 2006 10:50:38 pm Last Page View Sep 2 2006 10:50:38 pm Visit Length 0 seconds Page Views 1 Referring URL http://search.yahoo....FP-tab-web-t500&b=51 Search Engine search.yahoo.com Search Words british adult xxx blogger Visit Entry Page http://www.therockmother.blogspot.com/ Visit Exit Page http://www.therockmother.blogspot.com/ Out Click Time Zone UTC-7:00 Visitor's Time Sep 2 2006 3:50:38 pm Visit Number 13,503 PS: normal service and next poohcast will resume next week. Been working very very long hours and very very tired and got no time to do anything except moan, drink coffee, moan some more, swear alot, moan more, swear more, have another coffee, more moaning and finally going to bed far too late especially when masquerading as the real Olive from On the Buses with someone very funny being Arfur across a couple of other comment boxes on other blogs. Is that blog-squatting by the way?
Anyway, if any of you like quizzes (Mollster!!! Swiper!!!) - hotfoot it over to jifs - me and Istvanski have thrown in the towel -- it's there to be picked up and triumphantly held forth by someone cleverer (or possibly less grumpy) than us.
Working all day with Beck (yes - that Beck and James Lidell (Warp Records) tomorrow - I'll report back. Looking forward to it.
Go on - have a go - it's The Romo For Real no 8 - in full, gay abandon just for you and you and you and you and you..........................
I'm lost in the Switchpod queue - I've been waiting so long I've actually gone back in time. Hopefully the bus will be along soon so you can hear my Live Exclusive on my new pod. No one hold their breath please - you might suffocate!
I did it! I did it! I did it! I woke up and thought - no - I will not let technology ruin yet another day in my fraught and busy life. So here it is - The Romo For Real 7. Or no.10 depending on how you look at it after three attempts all finally swished down the cyber-lav of life past. Anyway - stick it on. Hope it was worth it. Thanks for bearing with me.
Yes - it really is me. Or it's at least what my eyes feel like after two poohcasts in one day. The second one is up for anyone's ears that want to be pinned back by my random delights! A bit different to the other one. Got to go - failing fast. Yawn. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
The latest monster poohcast is up and running - CLICK HERE
A pooh-cast is in the making but you are all just going to have to wait - I had an attack of laziness and got side-tracked. The Romo For Real 5 will be up and running sometime tomorrow hopefully in time for tea and cake - but I can't vouchsafe for clean language so I'd just turn it up and hope for the best if I were you. Night night my little frappamochalattechino's.......RMx
No - I'm not at work today which means I am indeed cleaning my gun and probably cleaning the bathroom and doing the washing up and tidying up and podcasting and stuff like that. Welcome back my gorgeous little bloggy dumplings. This is the first time I've had a chance to breathe let alone articulate. The above picture is courtesy of my mate Paul who has a great blog and a great eye and a lovely wife and a wonderful allottment too - he went to the St Martins show and took this - I think it's great. Thanks so much and big squashy hugs to everyone who sent out interplod when I went to camp x-ray 
(no - that's not me - but the 'people over the fence' that hated us because we were so loud and interrupted their tetris-a-thon that they had obviously entered for the whole weekend). Then Blogger went pants and temporarily eliminated me from all mankind - I can't believe the concern - I was genuinely touched. Thank you all very much. I've been commenting here and there when I can and downloading gargantuan amounts of podcasts to keep me sane. Still got to do Istvanski's 2nd, Bob's 88th and Jifdump's 1st - Billy's 3rd was corking and Bob's Rolling Stones one was brilliant.
It was quite a piece of history all round really - she hadn't seen them since 1964 at Beat City in Oxford Street and before that at the infamous pub on Eel Pie Island - that's bloody cool in my book. This time around was amazing - I never really knew what it was like to have your hair stand on end until they blasted onto the stage at Twickenham. I felt like I was glowing all over - a feeling that didn't subside for about 3 days. I was on a true Stones high! I can't think of much else to say really as it is all a bit old news apart from the fact that they all performed perfectly and Mick Jagger was an inspiration. If I can run and dance like that when I'm 63 then I will be very happy. Keef was a GOD - faultless and rakishly thin. Kindly smiling at all the fans and constantly trying to put his arm around Mick and Ronnie in such a heart-rendingly genuine way. Charlie played so tight and looked the best he has looked for a long time. It was blinding.
