Welcome Back
T'was the night of the homecoming and there was a hush in the air. Matt had carefully selected some of the tunes for the playlist and Mr Nibs was hiding away, ready to be brought out as our "special guest". Downstairs in the foyer there were several gifts and cards from well-wishers all awaiting to be opened. The radio studio had been adorned by Mikey, with a multitude of multicoloured trinkets and decorations (all lavishly purchased from the local 拢1 store). There was an impressive array of balloons, paper hats, party horns and the obligatory shiny "Welcome Home!" signs that were affixed to every available wall, strangely conjuring up the setting of an inmate's prison release party.
Yes this was the one single event that we'd been anticipating all week! (...well...er... actually I was quite excited about seeing the Silver Surfer in the new Fantastic Four movie.... and I was also looking forward to hanging out with my Dad on Father's Day.....um....oh yeah... I was also kind of chuffed that Paul Potts won "Britain's Got Talent" as well :). Nonetheless (I digress), Saturday's show marked the return of Mr Russell Brand to these shores and our first unified live broadcast in months.
To be honest, Russell seemed slightly out-of-step on Saturday, I don't think that he's fully acclimatised yet and is still soaking in the reality of returning back to Blighty. You know how it is, have you ever been away from home and then romantically built up an imaginary image of Britain? While you're abroad, you might picture yourself driving around with Michael Caine in a Mini Cooper, chilling with Ant & Dec in Byker Grove or helping DangerMouse to rescue Penfold. Then you finally get back, it's raining, there's a ton of bills on your front doormat and you hear that the local swans have dry beaks... it's enough to make you hit the panic button!
Still it was good to see the man himself and interesting to hear him singing away. Personally, I'm waiting for the Tim Westwood "Thomas the Tank Engine" remix myself!
(apologies to all who wrote in correcting me when I mentioned that there were 20 "backs" in this weeks' poem.... ok...I exaggerated a "leetle" bit! At least give me some props for slipping in a Beatle song reference eh?).
Back For the First Time
Trying to get back to where you once belonged
is a trek-back with flashbacks that has you singing along,
And moving cameras in the background,
But now you've touched back down,
Unpacked the backpack to pose bareback for PETA's chart countdown!
A Bachelor in the Art of winning backstage hearts,
Sporting the party regalia of Bacchanalia,
And with an insane back log of gifts,
Left back to be opened by Mr Nibs...... with a blast!
Meanwhile, back at the ranch.
A man watches swans for so long, then backs away from his task.
Still now you're back home to flex your backbone,
Clear your throat to back-up the singing...
Don't press the panic button, just lie back and think of England!
Were has Trevor Locke gone?!
It was nice to see Paul Potts win,but shouldn't a man who murdered 2,000,000 Cambodians be under tighter supervision??
Didn't Trevor Locke leave the week after Russell played the Wycombe Swan?
Trevor took a bit of a beating that night and pretty much got booed off stage.
Russell was late that night as well, adding to the audience' frustration.
I reckon that the reason Trevor isn't on the show anymore, apart form some throw away comment about him being busy, is that they had a row that night and Trevor might have told Russell that he no longer wanted the job of A: Being his dancing monkey and B: Lacking in vitamin deficiencies due to living in the shadow of the mighty Russ.
That's my theory!
We saw Trevor supporting Russell in Ipswich back in March. I hate to say it, but he wasn't very funny at all really. Admittedly he had his work cut out - the baying suffolk massive were only there for one person, and one person only ... the MIGHTY Russell.
And I'm still waiting for me cuddle ......
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I liked the poem Gee, but you could've fitted in a few more backs to make it 20 lol. give russell a cuddle for me!
don't be so hard on mr.locke...
when i saw him supporting russell, i must admit that i found him rather funny (and that my opinion of him rose to greater heights by the way he tackled those hecklers).
it may just be my childish sense of humour though considering i was only 15 at the time - 16 now (oh yes, i managed to squeeze past the burley guards at the door and claim my seat undetected - leaving my impressionable ears prone to a couple of F's and even some C's).
anyway (to damien bidmead) i hope your assumption on the whereabouts of trevor is false 'cause he's a great guy from what i've gathered .. even though it may be true because on his last known sighting, he was rummaging though some bins to get at a half eaten baguette..
anyway.. Long Live Trevor Locke!
can i just say its trevor LOCK not locke!
Great to hear that Russ is back to bring the revolution. Like the blog Mr Gee, I have only one thing to say
byker GROVE!!!! lol
Trevor is a fantastic stand up, his plays are great and I really miss him from the show. He was a key element and I actually preferred the old days in 6 Music of 3 hours and with all 3 boys (plus Gee of course). If it isn鈥檛 broken, and if it鈥檚 great then don鈥檛 fix it! Who was the numpty?
Hiya!
Just to say I'm a big fan of Russell Brand and that I listen to him all the way from sunny Portugal.
I lived in England most of my life, have moved to Portugal 8 years ago and started a career in literature, film, DVD and playwriting translation.
(Just a little bio, in case you care!)
Hiya!
Just to say I'm a big fan of Russell Brand and that I listen to him all the way from sunny Portugal.
I lived in England most of my life, have moved to Portugal 8 years ago and started a career in literature, film, DVD and playwriting translation.
(Just a little bio, in case you care!)
congrats on winnin the sexiest vegetarian award russell. after beating the judge, spiderman and your cat Morrissey you should feel proud! great show guys, i hate to say it but i hardly missed trevor as he didn't seem to say much in his last few shows.
What happened on the show on Saturday? Where's the bloomin podcast? Where's the bloomin' blog? Get it sorted eh!
I saw ole' Russ on Jonathan Ross this Friday, a pleasant surprise. Clearly he's gone back to his usual dress code after coming back from 'waii.
This Blog is entitled, "Welcome Back!"
.......and now yer gone again.
Well, besta luck pitchin new ideas out there.
Quite exciting really, an I bet it won't be rainin and cold over there, thats for sure. Middle of June and its pissing down.
I got absolutely soaked on Saturday.
If heinsight were foresight, I,d definately not have offered to carry my music teachers amplifier to her car.
We had just packed up, after the kids had sucsessfully performed an open air concert.
It had gone really well despite the mild drizzle.
Offering my help, seemed fitting at that presise moment in time, as I thaught I could just trot up to her car, that would probably be close by.
It was bloody miles away and as we were walkin along in the rain, she was bending my ears about doubling our daily practice time to get double improvement. That amp, weighed a TON! As we were walking along, I was nodding and mumbling, my agreement, puffing and uncomfortably switching the amp, intermittently from arm to arm. The rain was steadily gettin heavier and heavier.
When we approached where I thought her car might be,
I sighed an exhausted sigh of relief and nodded saying, "Ah I think I can see your car"-----
cutting her off from, preaching the virtues of getting up at 6am to practice.
Me arm was numb and nearly dropping off by this time.
"No , thats not it, mines furthur up and its still out of sight" , she said merrily in a firmly, resolute, chirpy voice of British stoisism. What is it about music teachers? Are they all sadists? Are they all ignorant of our meagre offerings of effort?
Once I had slipped the amp in her boot,said goodbye and started to walk back.... the heavens opened and the rain was torrential,coming down in a great thundering block of water, obscuring much vision of what was ahead. I had to hurry back because our lift was waiting back at the bandstand.
Trying to walk or waddle, FAST in flip flops, through torrential rain is no mean feat, my feet were sliding everywhere and I was loosing a flipflop every few steps.
An oldish couple were sheltering under an overhanging roof, with umberellas. When I approached and walked past, they had wry smiles and were laughing at me as they sensibly stayed relatively dry. I was tempted to do a rude grimacing artificial smile of mirth at them. But ended up graciously smiling back, as if it was really was funny, giving a sence of joined comeradery, in the face of the dreadful weather. So bloody typical. I,d av loved to av shoutet somwething rude.
Tryin to cross the road, had two obstacles, the fast moving rivers of water gushing down the hill and the vehicles driving past throwing the water right up into great sheets.
By this time I was wet through but still tried defiantly not to let any car or lorry get the better of me. When I got to the van and opened the door, a voice boomed out, "Youre not coming in here youre too wet,get in the back!' I dutifully ran round to the back, got in and was told to get in the front. Confused and fumbling to shut doors in the torrents I went back to the front to see that they had layed loads of music stand boxes on the seats.
Oh, I,m exhausted, just relaying the story to to you!
No, you definately won,t ave to deal with all that argy bargy out there in LA.
I spose it will av its own sort of challanges! Too much sun and blue skies.
Isn't LA near Mexico?
I dunno, me geography isnt that up to scratch.
Hey, If it is, you could take yerselves off and do little excursion to get a taste of it.
The main tourist bit, that is, the nearest and more popular port of call for Americans to visit, is probably gunna be like the equivilent of a Mexican Blackpool. All lights, straw donkeys and sombraros. Ay! why not?
The part I,d like, would be the refried beans, melted cheese enchiladas and guacomole!
Thats me, always thinking of me stomache. God, cant spell stomouche-stomuoche. I was very surprised to read in the dictioanry today , that vacuum has two 'U's! I,da never av thought it!
Isnt Arney Shwartsnegger the mayor or govenor there?
If you see im, can you get is autograph and tell im we, ve got all is films, great fans we are of is.
Ez such a stallwart for longgevity. Must be those Eastern European, hardy genes. Wheter ez ad work done or not it doesnt really seem to show. Poor old Sly Stallone looks a bit more worn, and is face is trapped from ever creasing up into real expressions of laughter and joy, due to all the botox and skin stretching. Poor love, but E did well with that last Rocky film. We love im!
So...... Vivre LA!
Ere Mat, you mustnt let Russ always hog the scene. He,s unsuccesfully trying to pigoenholle you to button moon. We all are well aware of you,re unduiptable tallent!
You just cant keep a good bloke down.
So on Saturday, I fully expect you to start ellbowing youre way into the shared limelight. Cummon Russ, let im in.
Now av a lurvely productive time there. No shadows of past experience of that town will be allowed to mar this visit, ok.
Oh, lastly, for now..........av a word with Al Gore, will you......
Tellim to get Blackpool to turn down the glare of the famous seven miles of lights, this Autumn when they are set to go on for 3 or 4 months. Its makin me alien cousins av to wear sunglasses, and causing them to short out when they are probing for life in the human race.
AY! I wonder who they,ll get to do the massive launch this year. Its a most enviable, highly acclaimed task by all accounts, with celebrities clammering to be the one to press the button. Last year Chris Evans did the deed. Loads of bands were there for the heady celabration. WOW, lights!
Got to keep that old economy rolling along!
I just want to tell you something sad. I don't want to rain on your fun. But yesterday my birth dad who I found recently, phoned me and said, that if he,d v had a vicectomy when e was 16, he,d ev bin set to have a great life an everything wudv gone right for im. Isn't that a really mean hurtful thing to say! My friend was kind and texted, that at the same time they cud Stitch up is mouth!
Well thats it.
I blow you a kiss.
Bon Voyage!!!!
Those two new black and whitey photos of you are gorgeous. Very attractive.
Yummelishious!
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