Reality Propaganda

I miss how easy it was before we tried.Draft saved three times. Never sent.Glue fails under stress.So do metaphorsLove is supposed to connect things.This just highlights the cracks. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

These are the tales from the Caspian SeaAnd If I follow the story far enoughI might finally reach youBut if I find youAre you what I need you to be?So nothing ever ends the sameEvery tale has a different ending Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Identity isn’t discovered.It’s negotiated.List titled “Definitions”• Love: alignment• Freedom: absence of obligation• Honesty: saying it out loudSomeone has written underneath:Or avoided.Ontology didn’t answer anything. It just made the questions louder. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

She recognised him immediately.Not as someone she wanted — as someone who would complicate things.Handwritten note on hotel stationer;-Don’t confuse intensity with intimacy.Beneath it, added later:You always do.Technical noteConception does not require intent.Only conditions.A question mark added in pencil:Did you create this —or did you just allow it? Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

He wasn’t looking for meaning. He wasn’t looking for connection. He wasn’t looking for trouble.He was looking for fun.And to him, fun meant possibility without consequence.Photograph(glossy, edges worn)Three figures, motion-blurred. Arms raised. Faces indistinct.On the back:This is when it still felt like freedom.Below, in darker ink:Or when you started confusing attention with affection. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The signal was never meant for anyone in particular.That was the first mistake. Three people, separated by distance and doubt, feel the sameunease at the same moment — the sense that something has shifted.Not forward.Sideways.Somewhere, a signal fails to arrive. Somewhere else, it isreceived too late. Chapter 1: Transmission fragments, voice memos, fragmentedconversations. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Angry... getting angryFireworks and anger management. Time Travel (again)Walking in the dark.The joys of Grandchildren Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

SpaceDartsAlien AbductionsConspiraciesSpace WankersMore Space Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

It's all about being inclusive.... perhaps not Anyone Can Get It. A week off work and I went to the moon. Sorry that's not what I meant to say.It's all about communication and it's no laughing matter Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

No Input No Output (NINO)MAGAPresident NeanderthalWho DO You Watch?Fuzzy Duck???Strummer’s LawNever Read Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Flags you say? Get them out as long as they are the right way around.Every Skinhead Is Nazi. Know Your History. The dangers of going to a gig. Losing the love of your life.Cat's Got Your Tongue. Hospital league tables. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

3rd Series continues, (after a little break). A gentle pre-season friendly to get you all up to date.Music from The Cute, Leftfield and Mogwai with additional Europa EuphoriaWaka Waka eh-eh Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Don't Stop Me Now, I'm having a good time.... Karaoke not okay.The usual Reality PropagandaA Winter WonderlandJames Corden, Baba Ganoush, Simon Armitage, Matthew Henson, BarbageHomelessnessLA Burning Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Sunshine and moonlight. Shadow and shade. Protecting and caring. The seasons.Sun, moon, fire and star. Love… in the world, this universe.This night....The bottom line is whether it’s The Cure or Band Aid, Ed Sheeran, The Clash, Prince, George Michael, Beethoven, Dirt Box Disco, Charlie XCX or even… Coldplay, music is everywhere and music still matters. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Bodies, Freaks. Shamen and Shapeshifters.Flesh , Genital Mutilation.,JK Rowling and The Hand That Guides Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Long Service Awards. No mention of Ethan!! Jilly Cooper. Another Scottish joke.Chagossians (Shaggers). People Destroy Places. Gaia Mother Earth. Big Ange Get The Badge In.Going Into Exile Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Cocktails, antidepressants, spys and perverts... all the fun of the fair!!! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

IsolationThe CommuneSouth Of The BorderSpace Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

If it's Friday night....Out On The TownStop The WorldStay Safe Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Grenfell; A Billion Reasons, NHS An Initial Success, Walking in Cornwall, Especially For You, Return From The Island of No Return, Bonded Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The Usual Suspects.... Elon, Andrew and Tommy (+Vardy)End of the OlympicsChange ControlAnti Social NetworkSurveillance Island Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Olympian Spirit Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The Great British Summer full of social events. but I don't want to go the Glastonbury. When the world stops due to artificial intelligence of a human kind. The re-emergence of pre historic man. Up The Engerland.The Best Summer Ever! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

A Valentine's Day Special... a must for bee-keepers and epileptics.Whatever gets your gravy dribbling.I love Tottenham more than you. Usual mix of ramblings, music and poetry. First love and true love and why I don't want to fall in love with you. Plus the ultimate boxing match between Everard Elvis and New Man Norman. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

*SPOILER ALERT*Christmas SpecialThe Season Of GoodwillCold ComfortWhen Did You Stop BelievingPete The Meat (with Major Mishap Marching Band) To be thankful for good healthOr wealthOr good luckNever give things a second thoughtTake it all for grantedAnd look enviously at othersSee what they’ve gotNot content with my lotWant more than I haveAlways craving moreAlways wanting moreUngratefully grateful Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

It Ain't What You DoIf I was on Mastermind. Being shy and my insecurities.Solipsism; the theory that the self is the only thing that can be known and verified... me being a selfish prick.Exhibition You want war – I’ll give you warYou want dreams – I’ll give you dreamsYou want hope – I’ll give you hopeYou want blood – I’ll give you bloodYou want love – I’ll give you love. You want clean air, mountains, blue skiesFresh water running gently down the sidesPeaceful meadows, animal roaming quietlyClear seas of blue and greenNature at peace and harmony. You want the night, so black and coldHarder than steel, longer than your dreamsA darkness of infinityWhere lovers entwine forever; violins and wineA sleep to last till the dawn, that may never arrive. You want the hate that pulses deep insideThat boils and burns, paining to escapeAnger that leads to bigotry, prejudice and ignoranceTurning man against man, inside and outThat causes wars that can never be explained. You want the touch of my hand upon your faceTo soothe your tortured skinSmooth away the torment and pressureTo hold you in my arms againAnd shelter and protect against the evils that we make. You want war and I’ll give you warYou want dreams and I’ll give you dreamsYou want hope and I’ll give you hopeYou want blood and I’ll give you bloodYou want love and I’ll give you love. You want drugs to escape this madnessSomething to enjoy, to shut out the worldSo personal, so real; a feelingTo forget the pain, misery and diseaseThis madman’s cure that we’ve created. You want murder to justify revengeThe slaughter of babes because of a signDeath of unbelievers, non-believers of a faith in your eyesHarness destruction in the name of lifeEmbrace atrocity because of a name. You want war and I’ll give you my warYou want dreams and I’ll give you my dreamsYou want hope and I’ll give you my hopeYou want blood and I’ll give you my bloodYou want love and I’ll give you my loveYou decideYou decide. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Me being a party-pooper and the spoilsport personality of the year.Gary Lineker. The best World Cup ever... USA 94. Death Row Dogs. Freedom to speak up and speak out. Adidas versus Puma. Jesse Owens. Saka letting the country down. Former Yugoslavia. Ice skating, and how we are all skating on thin ice. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

A week off work spent doing absolutely nothing and loving it. Being Human.An apology to Ethan. Napoleon (again!). The return of David Cameroon. Storms in the UK.Fata Morganasame again? go on mate go on pal have another drink have another sip come on Sup up same again now where were we? where we were before putting the world to rights rocking all over the world chit and chat chew the fat drink up you're going nowhere fast you’ve got nothing better to do nothing to go home for nothing to get up for nothing changes the song remains the same same tunes same riffs the status quo whatever you want whatever you want repeat more tea vicar sorry just my tea repeating itself control C control V cut and paste leaving a bad taste in the mouth like watching a rerun of Mrs. Brown's boys on Christmas Day or an echo in an empty room but only you can hear deceptively perceptively or a ******* parrot or a ******* parrot Or a rabbit crunching on carrotsOr a dog chasing its tail going round and round round in circles or goldfish swimming around around around wondering every 4th second pondering on life on what is real and what is allusion just like  an apparitiona delusionFata Morgana have a banana castles in the sky the reasons why the Flying Dutchman was destined to never reach drylands failed to dock in port a New Year's resolution of good intention to change make a difference forgetting repeating keep saying the same old thing keep doing the same old things day after day month after month year after year echo repeat go on mate go on pal same again? same again sick of saying the same old same old. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The Doomsday Clock tick tocking to midnight, Student politics and taking liberties to get to see Spurs. My Dad . Scared of flying.Remembering Remembrance Day.Midnight Birds tinged redFly silentlyAcross night skiesA special time forBeginnings and endingsAlmost yesterdayAlmost todayA time when past and futures collideAll things change at midnightToday becomes yesterdayTomorrow is todayToday is yesterdayTomorrow is todayAll things change at midnightTimescales change a paradoxIn empty rooms the ticking clocksEchoing ready to chimeCount to nineTime foreverTime forever moving forwardsTime, never ever going backwardsJust another day to prayEverything points NorthClouds cross the moonAnd the shadow Prince appearsRevealing desire and fearOf the Winter to comeFrom dusk to dawnIt’s getting hotterIt’s getting colderUnfolds a haunting mysteryScare man into rationalityTechnology to kill or cure100 seconds to goJust 100 seconds to goAll things change at midnight. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

It's about time we talked about time travel and the space time continuum. This episode stretches the very fabric of space and time, with fireworks, dogs, Napoleon, losing your marbles, the darkest month of the year... the usual stuff with lots of ifs, buts and maybes. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

A scary-tacular Halloween spectacular.My Ghost StoryZombie ApocalypseOblivionDark Magik Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Talking, listening, communicating; we all should do better, we really should try harder.VAR, plane crashes and a dislike for Facebook. The usual cheery stuff from the adorable Muttley. Includes a live performance from Muttley and The Marauders of "Costly Words".TalkSo many things to do All to be seen through So many things to say All to be crammed in a day Little things to remind Looking out to find Giving little words of guidance “Do you want a dance?” Lovers whisper sweet nothings Words disguised by coughing The quick seducer uses his charm Steals the heart with love and smarm Life histories are told Cheap lives are sold Young boys try but stumble Nubile girls try but fumble Old men end by grumbling Old women end by mmmumbling It’s no good a one-way conversation What is needed is oral stimulation Some words are spoken But gestures are token Do you talk with feeling? Do you talk with meaning? Or is it talk for talk sake Is your talk a fake? Is it your communication? Or vocal castration. Is it your communicationIs it you oral ammunition? Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Reality Propaganda is how I see things in the big wide world out there and what's going on in my own little world. This episode is about comedians, big mouths and how the news agenda is set by selling sex and ignoring humanitarian crisis... it's no laughing matter.ComediansRock n roll is dead because that’s what they sayAnother art to whitewash, another tune to playGeriatric rockers from the land that time forgotJagger and Bowie had their day, goodbye and that’s your lotSend them out to the farmyards to old pastures to grazeBut what we got to take their place? What’s the latest craze?Where are the visionaries from the days of long hot Donna Summers?What ever happened to heroes of Lydon, Weller and Strummer?But we’ve got laughter! Comedy’s the name of the gameJoking little jokers have found their way to fameJust like the good old days of laughing in the stalls“I met her outside the pawnbrokers, she kissed me under the balls!”With all our yesterdays of Jimmy, Bob and BruceNew kids from the block swing down and start to kick it looseGolden days of the London PalladiumDon’t need the old dumps; young jokers sell out Wembley Stadium.So I sat and watched the telly to see what it’s all aboutI fell asleep a dozen times and my dreams I did shout“Did you ever hear the one about the you know what?”I tried and tried to stumble on, but the punchline I forgotSo I forced myself to watch on to see what this lot’s gotMy friend he had to prod me, when to laugh and when to notHe had to hit me sixty times but the prompts became pokesMy ribs turned black then blue, but I still didn’t get the jokesSo at half time at the interval I switched to the other sideAnd at the adverts I laughed so hard I nearly split my sidesMy friend looked puzzled and perplexedAn attitude that made me vexed“What?” he asked “makes you laugh?” I could see that he was riled“I laugh at what I want to.” I replied with pride“Give me Eric and Ernie. I’m the one to decide.”“But they’re old fashioned, they’re boring!” he winged and criedHe wasn’t laughing. “They’re not hip!”I decided to split my sides then I split his lip. So how the hell are we here?Caught in the sterile confines of a silly jesters stale mateYou see our leaders are grey men and blandness is our fateNeed to grab some excitement before it gets too lateGrey people for grey times, at least Thatcher had some ballsTwo more than Major’s cabinet and their “Back To Basics” callsWhere’s the colour? Where’s the passion?Not just a one second wonder as a radical fashionGo cut a calf in half and call it an artAs much creative capabilities as Kellogg’s cardboard Pop-tartPompous little posers all out on the takeMulti-mega dollars, just art for art sakeIn times of recession integrity faces the chopIn the sea of banality the crap floats to the top. And the comedian smiles and milks the applauseNon-hero worship he’s forgotten the causeAnd the audience stands and shouts, “encore!” and “mores!”Not tonight though, it’s not in the contract clauseAnd he’s laughing all the way, all the way to the bankBecause the joke is on us; we’re the ones to thank.Ha bloody ha. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.