As you may have heard, I’m having a few guests on the radio show this week while Posh makes a bid for Chivs’ mid-morning slot.(He, of course is admiring the trains of the Pyrenees this week)
We’ve already spoken to
Alesha Dixon of course – and it was great to se her. Today it was the turn of Lemar. Now, don’t get me wrong, Mr Lemar is a splendid fellow, a man of substantial talent, who comes to
see us from time to time at Eagle Radio Studio Towers. And he is always and forever welcome. But…
I wish he wouldn’t create such a stir amongst our female members of staff! No sooner had I finished the interview and calmly escorted our guest out of the studio than he was
hurled into a scrum of female adoration. Photos were taken, records were singed amongst much sighing and cooing To be honest, it was a little embarrassing and left me realising that when these popstars
happen to visit places such as ours..they must wonder what’s in store. Well Mr Lemar now knows what he can take away from us here at Eagle Radio – several samples of lipstick and various testers of ladies perfume.
Honestly, some people.
Have a good week.
PG
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Monday, 20 October 2008
You’ve gotta have faith…
I seem to keep having to learn lessons about what I do in public! First of all there was the recent “wine bottle” incipient (as documented elsewhere on this blog) and now I have to report to you a religious experience.
Yours truly and “the girl who left the lights on” * were invited to a “Murder/Mystery party” at the weekend. She went at “Mama Rosa” (a matriarchal Italian character) whilst I went as “Father Al Fredo”, the priest and family friend. As you may know I like to “play the part” when asked, so I duly put on my black suit, black shirt and a dog collar (made from a strip of cardboard taken from her latest packet of tights) and we set off up the A3 towards our destination. “TGWLTLO” declared that she had had very little to eat that day and was rather peckish. It seemed only right that I stopped at the Wisley services to pick up a sandwich to sustain her until our arrival at the party. Which we duly did.
I stepped into the forecourt shop and picked a beef sandwich from the shelf and proceeded to queue for the cashier. I did notice that I was getting some stares (more than usual!) and of course then realised that I was “Father Al Fredo” rather than PG. This got me thinking - when did you last see a priest queue up in a petrol station? Do they dress casualty for that activity…surely they must need petrol or something when on their way to conduct various duties? Anyway, there I was, in the queue with my beef sandwich.
I arrived eventually at the counter...and noticed that the cashier was even more polite than usual, which made me smile further. It was then than it all got the better of me…sometimes I can’t help myself…and this was no exception. As I paid for the sandwich, and was given change and receipt, I looked in the eye of the cashier and said “bless you”.
I then made straight for the car with a wry smile.
My only worry of the whole event is whether imitating a man of the cloth in a garage forecourt is morally wrong – even if it is for the purposes of a party. To that end, thank you for reading my confession and I hope you forgive me!
Have a good week.
PG
* “The girl who left the lights on” – reference to my “companion” who accompanied me to Spain in the summer and proceeded to get us stranded by leaving the rental car lights, thereby running down the battery, in the middle of nowhere, somewhere north of Malaga!
Tuesday, 14 October 2008
Ooh, it's a worry...
Well in this time of financial crisis and economic turmoil, I thought I would use these words to distract you (after all, on breakfast today, we did mention that a distraction could sometimes get the job done better!). Anyway, I thought a good way to take our minds of the current curtailment of capitalism was to...worry about something else!
For example I am worrying about Sherlock Holmes. Not the actual creation of Conan-Doyle (former resident of Hindhead), but rather the incarnation which will be presented in Guy Ritchie's up and coming film of the great detective. The fact is that the most famous resident of Baker Street is to be portrayed by Robert Downey jr. Whilst said gent may well be a fine actor, I can't help feeling that the result maybe akin to asking someone like Nicholas Lyndhurst to play Kojak. You know they are good at what they do - but maybe not quite in that part! I will be happy to be proved wrong of course, however the revelation that Jude Law is to play the trusty Doctor Watson caused me to stop thinking about the subject altogether, as the worry was becoming a little difficult to cope with!
And then I worry about Johnny Rotten. Once upon a time he used to sing (well in a sort of growlly, shouty way) of chaos in the land and a higher being saving royalty. Nowadays, he's talking about butter. And for a while he talks about butter in strange tartan bed garments (yes, I know its a throw back to the tartan zip trousers of punk days, but he looks too comfortable now!). He's so pretty, oh so pretty...
And finally - at least for the moment - there's a certain yeast extract spread. If you either love it or hate it...are you actually already slashing your potential profit by fifty per cent. And, if you are, how can you be sure the result will be split down the middle anyway?
You see, forget your credit crunches and your sub-prime loans...there's far more important stuff to worry about.
Have a good week.
PG
For example I am worrying about Sherlock Holmes. Not the actual creation of Conan-Doyle (former resident of Hindhead), but rather the incarnation which will be presented in Guy Ritchie's up and coming film of the great detective. The fact is that the most famous resident of Baker Street is to be portrayed by Robert Downey jr. Whilst said gent may well be a fine actor, I can't help feeling that the result maybe akin to asking someone like Nicholas Lyndhurst to play Kojak. You know they are good at what they do - but maybe not quite in that part! I will be happy to be proved wrong of course, however the revelation that Jude Law is to play the trusty Doctor Watson caused me to stop thinking about the subject altogether, as the worry was becoming a little difficult to cope with!
And then I worry about Johnny Rotten. Once upon a time he used to sing (well in a sort of growlly, shouty way) of chaos in the land and a higher being saving royalty. Nowadays, he's talking about butter. And for a while he talks about butter in strange tartan bed garments (yes, I know its a throw back to the tartan zip trousers of punk days, but he looks too comfortable now!). He's so pretty, oh so pretty...
And finally - at least for the moment - there's a certain yeast extract spread. If you either love it or hate it...are you actually already slashing your potential profit by fifty per cent. And, if you are, how can you be sure the result will be split down the middle anyway?
You see, forget your credit crunches and your sub-prime loans...there's far more important stuff to worry about.
Have a good week.
PG
Friday, 10 October 2008
Wonders will never cease…
It’s Friday! And this week may have been the slowest of my life…
You know when you wake up and think the day you’ve awoken to is the next day and then the sudden dark realisation that Thursday isn’t Friday comes crashing down around your ears…well I’ve had a week like that and I can’t tell you how pleased I am that today is the final day of getting up early until Monday – hooray!
Thanks to Ann as well for keeping me amused and achieving something I never thought possible; she made PG apologise and not just apologise anywhere but live on The Breakfast Show for hundreds and thousands of listeners to hear. For those of you that didn’t hear this minor miracle I can tell you it was a feat and it came about after PG had been particularly rude to our domestic engineer, Wavy Davy.
Wavy had brought PG a cup of coffee and PG had thanked him and then told him to get out of the studio, in fairness to PG it wasn’t what he said, it was more the way he said it – very sniffily – to put it mildly.
Ann took umbridge at this and rang PG to tell him so and make him apologise. He did eventually se the error of his ways and apologise; it took an hour but he did it and Wavy accepted – well done Wave, it takes a big man to take the kind of nonsense PG gives you and you didn’t throw the coffee on him either (as Ann suggested) , a much better solution to my mind!
And well done to PG for using the word ‘sorry’ – it wasn’t that difficult was it?
Hope you’re weekend is miraculous
Posh
You know when you wake up and think the day you’ve awoken to is the next day and then the sudden dark realisation that Thursday isn’t Friday comes crashing down around your ears…well I’ve had a week like that and I can’t tell you how pleased I am that today is the final day of getting up early until Monday – hooray!
Thanks to Ann as well for keeping me amused and achieving something I never thought possible; she made PG apologise and not just apologise anywhere but live on The Breakfast Show for hundreds and thousands of listeners to hear. For those of you that didn’t hear this minor miracle I can tell you it was a feat and it came about after PG had been particularly rude to our domestic engineer, Wavy Davy.
Wavy had brought PG a cup of coffee and PG had thanked him and then told him to get out of the studio, in fairness to PG it wasn’t what he said, it was more the way he said it – very sniffily – to put it mildly.
Ann took umbridge at this and rang PG to tell him so and make him apologise. He did eventually se the error of his ways and apologise; it took an hour but he did it and Wavy accepted – well done Wave, it takes a big man to take the kind of nonsense PG gives you and you didn’t throw the coffee on him either (as Ann suggested) , a much better solution to my mind!
And well done to PG for using the word ‘sorry’ – it wasn’t that difficult was it?
Hope you’re weekend is miraculous
Posh
Monday, 6 October 2008
I was doing the recycling – honest Guv!
So hot on the heels of my revelation on the radio show that I was spotted in Guildford High Street holding an empty wine bottle at 10.30 in the morning – I get told the real reason for my plight. My impatience!
Let me explain – I like “doing my bit” these days. Recycling has now become part of my weekly way of life. But last Saturday it got me into a bit of a pickle.
Having left my car parked in town on the Friday night – so I could enjoy a woo woo or two – I needed to walk back in to get it and to deliver the two bags of recycling in the boot to the recycling point. The reason the bags were in the back was because I had twice made the attempt to drive to the point during the week…but had chosen peak time drive home rush hour, and, as happens in Guildford these days got stuck in the bumper to bumper queues…eventually giving up and going back home.
So, the bags were in the boot, the car was in town…and I started walking back in to pick it (and them) up on what was actually a pleasant enough Saturday morning…just before I had left the penthouse (and on the prompting by “the girl who left the lights on”) I picked up an empty plastic soft drink bottle and an empty bottle of shiraz (which we had finished the night before….not in one sitting I hasten to add!) and carried them off in each hand…I thought no more of it. Until, as I bodyswerved my way around the town’s upper high street, I was greeted by a shout from the other side of the road – “Alright PG? Still “on it” I see”. It took a couple of seconds to sink in...the empty wine bottle…10.30 in the morning? Walking down the road? Oh the shame of it!! The moment to explain had been and gone. The fact is, there is at least one person (probably more who witnessed it all) who thinks that I was being a little over- keen with the liquor.
And – to cap it all – as I emerged from telling the story on the radio show, our sharp eared (and pencilled) Finance Manager, Barrie the bouncer (and we’re not talking cheques here) quietly observed that my pickle was merely created…not by the inconvenience of recycling, or the traffic issues of Guildford…but due to my lack of patience. Had I stayed with the traffic on those recycling trips, there would have been no bags in the car, no reason to add the bottles to the bags, no reason to carry them on my walk into the town the morning after.
Maybe I’ll do a blog on nosey accountants next time!
Have a good week…
PG
Let me explain – I like “doing my bit” these days. Recycling has now become part of my weekly way of life. But last Saturday it got me into a bit of a pickle.
Having left my car parked in town on the Friday night – so I could enjoy a woo woo or two – I needed to walk back in to get it and to deliver the two bags of recycling in the boot to the recycling point. The reason the bags were in the back was because I had twice made the attempt to drive to the point during the week…but had chosen peak time drive home rush hour, and, as happens in Guildford these days got stuck in the bumper to bumper queues…eventually giving up and going back home.
So, the bags were in the boot, the car was in town…and I started walking back in to pick it (and them) up on what was actually a pleasant enough Saturday morning…just before I had left the penthouse (and on the prompting by “the girl who left the lights on”) I picked up an empty plastic soft drink bottle and an empty bottle of shiraz (which we had finished the night before….not in one sitting I hasten to add!) and carried them off in each hand…I thought no more of it. Until, as I bodyswerved my way around the town’s upper high street, I was greeted by a shout from the other side of the road – “Alright PG? Still “on it” I see”. It took a couple of seconds to sink in...the empty wine bottle…10.30 in the morning? Walking down the road? Oh the shame of it!! The moment to explain had been and gone. The fact is, there is at least one person (probably more who witnessed it all) who thinks that I was being a little over- keen with the liquor.
And – to cap it all – as I emerged from telling the story on the radio show, our sharp eared (and pencilled) Finance Manager, Barrie the bouncer (and we’re not talking cheques here) quietly observed that my pickle was merely created…not by the inconvenience of recycling, or the traffic issues of Guildford…but due to my lack of patience. Had I stayed with the traffic on those recycling trips, there would have been no bags in the car, no reason to add the bottles to the bags, no reason to carry them on my walk into the town the morning after.
Maybe I’ll do a blog on nosey accountants next time!
Have a good week…
PG
Friday, 3 October 2008
We're Back...
It’s been a month now since PG and I went away for 3 weeks and my how time flies etc etc…
Now we’re back, fully revitalised and ready for anything – good job too as I was in for the shock of my life when PG returned a few pounds lighter and facial hair free… he was probably more shocked that I had taken those lost pounds of his and popped them on myself!
Still that’s what 3 weeks of catching up with friends and having a merry time in Wales will do and I’m not about to complain about that.
We began the week discussing what had happened whilst we’d been away (Separately I might add) the crash of the American Financial Market, the damn yanks winning the Ryder Cup and PG’s freckles joining together in Spain; so an informative start to the week as I’d missed most of those things!
As it progressed with PG’s good mood continuing, he decided to give a clue for The Mystery Voice and don’t you know it, come Friday the prize pack had gone again to Emma Fewings from Guildford who guessed Tony Scott, organiser of Guilfest.
PG was most pleased he had a winner, after missing Dean’s win of the 8 month Mystery Voice Prize pack whilst we were away and so now at the end of this, our first week back, I feel we’re both well and truly submerged back in the world of Breakfast, 4.30am getting up‘n’ all…..
Hope you’re enjoying Breakfast as much as we are…
Good weekend tidings
Posh
Now we’re back, fully revitalised and ready for anything – good job too as I was in for the shock of my life when PG returned a few pounds lighter and facial hair free… he was probably more shocked that I had taken those lost pounds of his and popped them on myself!
Still that’s what 3 weeks of catching up with friends and having a merry time in Wales will do and I’m not about to complain about that.
We began the week discussing what had happened whilst we’d been away (Separately I might add) the crash of the American Financial Market, the damn yanks winning the Ryder Cup and PG’s freckles joining together in Spain; so an informative start to the week as I’d missed most of those things!
As it progressed with PG’s good mood continuing, he decided to give a clue for The Mystery Voice and don’t you know it, come Friday the prize pack had gone again to Emma Fewings from Guildford who guessed Tony Scott, organiser of Guilfest.
PG was most pleased he had a winner, after missing Dean’s win of the 8 month Mystery Voice Prize pack whilst we were away and so now at the end of this, our first week back, I feel we’re both well and truly submerged back in the world of Breakfast, 4.30am getting up‘n’ all…..
Hope you’re enjoying Breakfast as much as we are…
Good weekend tidings
Posh
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