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Well everyone else does it and so have Dobbie and Drew, shamelessly cashing in on the festive spirit to spout their familiar brand of

unedited drivel and nonsense.

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This time we might regret talking about travel, board games and festival crowds. 

Also try these out:

http://www.townsintocities.blogspot.com

http://drew-theviewfromthehill.blogspot.com

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Sorry we didn't put up the link for 7, we're very naughty boys.

Also feel free to check out Drew's growing media empire: http://drew-theviewfromthehill.blogspot.com/

Or my less impressive media take over: http://www.townsintocities.blogspot.com/

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My Poem - Ready your responses!

Ok so here is my response to E03's call for poetry that you shouldn't really share. Unfortunately I cant find the one I wrote about people who share poetry, my PC died a few months ago and it might be somewhere on the hard drives. In the mean time I treat you to these self indulgent gems. Sycophants please prepare your appropriate responses:

A New Picture

There’s a bank statement,
On the shelf collecting dust.
There’s a message,
Flashing on the answer machine.
There’s a note on a torn envelope
Pinned to the fridge with a magnet.
There’s a new picture
Of you.
And all is calm
I’ll get back to work tomorrow.

A Little Lost

Today I feel a little lost
Like a hand reaching into an empty pocket
Digging out a receipt that has been spun in the wash
A receipt for some product that has once again failed to ‘change’ my life
I see the changes you have made
I wonder
You have a happiness far beyond mortal reckoning
I hope your right and I’m wrong, even if that proves bad for me
Because a little hope is good for the soul
And feels better
Than being a little lost.


I Would Be Free

Tiny molecules of tear salt grit
Grinding
Caustic to the underside of the lid, red and sullen
The pressure felt by Troy sits atop the furrowed brow
And spear stabbed pains announce that battle has commenced within the temples

Through this wince induced widescreen perspective
Not so much surround sound
Just an internal thump of ‘heart-point-one’
Click-ings and tick-ings
Reverberate
Dull
Like slap of hand on newly skinned carcass
And through the glass, partial blind
Blades of anaemic grass bend into the shower

If only I could lay on that grass, with my eyes drinking in the falling seas
Washing numbness from these pinched elbows
Wrapped in cotton and polyester acceptance
Trapping creativity like tuna in a corporate drag net
If I could lay on that grass
I would
Be
Free


Poem:

The warmest of hands
Upon a shoulder
Placed, fingers teasing
A moment of tension
From the taut muscular tissue
“I’ll be there for you, I’m here for you”
Ringing out like funeral bells
Disturbing birds to flight
As my knees give way.

Oh I fell so intellectual now :-) Send your poetry to dobbieanddrew@aol.com and we'll read some out next time/post it up on here

E03 - The Threequal Now online!!

E03 of Podcast now online!!

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E03 - The Threequel is now online. Dobbie and Drew return for another installment of their rambling podcastery. This time they might regret talking about Violence, Spices and People who share their poetry and sycophants.

Sorry for the delay, a few problems with conversions and other stuff I don't really understand :-)

The Poetry

The War

The night is over and the sun has risen, but it is still black.

My eyes are open but they see nothing except the shadows of yesterday.

The birds are singing, but I can only hear the silence between the notes.

Tears fall from my eyes.

Time to rise and shine.

Time to climb the battlements and face the World.

Time for the lie to live again.


Feet touch the floor, and the first battle of the day is won.

Showered and shaved, I put on my armour, and head for the door.

Emerging into the sunlight, my eyes screwed up against its strength.

Now forward into the fray.

Let battle commence.

I pull down the visor, which is the most important piece of my armour.

I step wearily onto the pathway, which leads to confrontation and terror.

Will today be the day that I falter?

Or can I find the courage to fight this eternal battle and emerge victorious?

It all depends upon the enemy.

An enemy who knows all of my weaknesses.

An enemy that has the element of surprise.

An enemy who lies in wait around every corner of my life.

An enemy I can never kill, or could I?

The enemy within.

Me.


This was the most self indulgent poem I could find from the many I have written and should LEARN TO KEEP TO MYSELF!!!!

Senior Partner.

The Sound of Music - Singalong.

Totally camp and over the top, I spent last evening in the Royal Concert Hall singing as if possessed by Julie Andrews. What a great excuse for just putting all your troubles away for a while and immersing yourself in plain good fun.


There were people dressed as Nuns, people wearing curtains turned into clothes, people dressed as tea bags and jam and bread - and then there were the two old ladies sat behind us who had not a clue what was happening and had totally missed the point and had paid to watch the film!

The audience ranged in age from 4 to 104 though I suspect some of the elderly were there as this cinematic representation of the Alps was as close as their pension would get them to the Dignitas clinic in Switzerland.

Budgets and protests and the rest of the world melted away as we joined together and sang at the top of our voices, Climb Ev'ry Mountain, Lonely Goatherd, Edelweiss etc, you booed the Nazis, you hissed at the Countess, you let off party poppers when the Captain and Maria kiss, and when the family are hiding in the Convent at the end, people swithed on torches and we all laughed....then it ended and we went back to real life.

How do you solve a problem like...life.

E02 - The Sequel

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In E02 we may regret talking about Royalists, Catholics, The C of E, Country Music Fans, People who ask 'is this chair taken' & Spielberg

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Football

I have finally discovered what it is about football that I so dislike – footballers, commentators, pundits and money. I have nothing against the idea behind the game, it used to be a good game played by sportsmen who knew what being sporting meant. The nice green pitch and those crisp white lines, they seem the best part of the game – but almost everything else about the game is nauseating!

Watching the Euro qualifiers or the Premier League, you see highly paid professional sportsmen throwing themselves on the ground every time they might come into the merest contact with an opposition player. They roll about on the ground; they clasp the so called injured part of their body and thrash about like a wounded zebra swimming the great Zambezi River, waiting to be snaffled by a passing crocodile! The whistle blows, a free kick is awarded and suddenly, it’s a miracle, they rise majestically to their feet and carry on playing. Perhaps there is some healing power in the grass! Perhaps rolling vigorously on grass is somehow a natural painkiller, like green aspirin? The next time my in-growing toenail plays up, I will run out onto the lawn and roll on the turf. I will let you know the result but I don’t hold out much hope.

Or perhaps it is the sound of the whistle; perhaps in some throw back to Pavlov, the sound of the whistle pierces the agony and triggers a chemical release within the brain thereby making recovery immediate.

And as for commentators – purveyors of the bleeding obvious! Lampard has the ball; he passes to Beckham, Beckham to Cole, blah blah blah. Radio commentary on television – why?

And finally, those retired has-beens who sit in judgement, so lofty are their opinions of themselves, no wonder they put them in boxes on the roof!

The endless parade of replays from every angle you can imagine, goal post cameras, eye in the sky cameras, the camera in the end of Wayne Rooney’s boot!

Football was much more fun and much less irritating before the advent of big money. The players are paid too much money, the commentators are paid too much attention and the pundits are paid too much deference.

Why are we so wrapped up in this ugly game?

Latest Podcasts In The Can

And I don't mean 'can' as in the toilet, although that would seem appropriate considering the shit we spout!

From Prince Charles to Country Music, Violence to Poetry - we have our say and we now want you to have yours.

Let us know what you think, good or bad, (we like the good and we ignore the bad) and your feedback will help us become better podcasters.

Keep listening.Please.

Easter

I hate Easter. I can't have the chocolate in case I get fat. I can't stand the rubbish they put on tv. The Pope and the Arch Bish of C are all over the news....life is miserable at easter.

So, trying to cheer myself up, what do you think of these suggestions for upcoming podcasts? (There will be one soon I promise!)

Badger Reports - reports of badger sightings around the area.
Arsonists Cook Book - pretty straight forward I think.
The ABC of alphabets.
What if.... like what if David Beckham was black or what if Biggins was straight?

If you have any suggestions please post them here as soon as you sober up.

Have a happy easter....someone ought to.

Old Fashioned Values

Because I cannot vent everything on the podcast, I have decided to vent a little here...and I have plenty to vent!

But today, a gentle tale of a gentleman. I cannot tell how I met him but it was not in easy circumstances, but throughout our time together he was polite and concerned with my needs. At the end of our brief time together he said to me, "before you take your return journey would you like to make yourself comfortable"? He pointed to what I presumed to be the WC. I declined, not being in need of comfort.

It just made me realise how observing manners and taking time to consider the needs of others seems to be a lost art and even though I am a cynic and can be sarcastic, this touched me.

This man, this gentleman, will stay in my memory for all the right reasons.

Have a nice day.

The Senior Partner

The Challenges

The idea behind the challenges is that the junior partner and myself will challenge each other to look into an area with which we might not be too familiar or have perhaps mentioned we have a problem. He mentioned he did not get country and western, hence the challenge was made for him to try it, to suck it and see, as they say.
I have no idea what he will pick for me, hopefully not the BeeGees who I believe should be kept in a box and poked with sharp sticks.

He may well post something soon, or he may get lost or go to the wrong place at the wrong time which seems to be his penchant at the moment.

Senior Partner

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Forthcoming Episodes

In the weeks ahead we will chatting about all sorts (not licorice) and we do invite topics for conversation from you.

Our next topics are Prince Charles, Country and Western (the challenge) and then Is This Chair Taken.

Our totally unscripted chat ( I know it shows ) will hopefully illuminate all of these areas.

Take care

The Team

E01 - A Brief Introduction

The first episode of the 'You Might Regret It' podcasts is now being hosted by podcastfm.co.uk. You can follow the link below: 

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The site even gives you the code to put into your itunes for automatic download, so when we update with a new episode you'll get it straight away!!

Also, check back here for Dobbie's challenge updates, he needs to research into Country & Western Music for the next episode... Thanks Drew!

The Team.

You Might Regret It

You Might Regret It - the name we have given to this misbegotten child of a pod cast.

If you want to know why we have called it that, you better listen and find out!

Testing testing... 1.2...1.2...

Hello there,

Welcome to the home of the Dobbie and Drew Podcast, not a snazzy name but a practical one. In the next couple of days we will be uploading links to our first podcast, photos from that session and compiling nonesense for future podcasts.

Welcome.

Dobbie and Drew