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A University of Michigan study says men are most desirable aged 40 to 50. That’s right. Women are queuing around the block because of my grey ear and nose hair and that I’m asleep on the sofa by 9pm.
Spreading Your Love
Local Talent Has It Good
Auditions for a chance to co-present or drive your own show on BBC Radio Cambridgeshire saw ESP support the search for a New Voice and join the judging. We’ll be able to bring you news of the results soon so keep an eye on our social media. I became interested in working in radio during the late 1990s when I was writing Peptalk in the local newspapers. Back then you had to write a letter to newspaper editors and radio station controllers and convince them to give you a shot, which they did, and I’m thankful for. If you managed to hit on something novel or unique (Peptalk was) then you’d get a chance to prove your passion was backed up with talent. Back then there was no such thing as talent opportunities, as in the main you’d have had to go through some kind of
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academy of sorts or sufficient education and study into the field you wanted to go into. Today of course opportunity is everywhere with the digital revolution that’s continuing to evolve and change everything. The Beeb’s New Voices campaign hoped to find the next generation of radio stars and 39 local radio stations across England and the Channel Islands have been hosting open auditions. This means ordinary people with a love for their local area could take to the mic with no previous experience or qualification required. It was a golden opportunity to be part of a British institution and to make a name for yourself while doing it. Very few of today’s famous broadcasters started without a stint at their local radio station and New Voices is all about nurturing homegrown talent. When I reminisce about the sacrifices I made (yes, I’m sounding old now) to get established into a career in media and communications, I can’t help thinking how today’s young people (I’m ready for the onslaught) have it slightly easier. I’ve always said there’s no substitute for local knowledge and I’ll be keeping my ear fully tuned to hear it come to fruition. I can’t wait to hear the city’s new voice.
What’s the limit of sharing EVERYTHING in a relationship? I mean, how far is too far before your comfort zone becomes uncomfortable? I’m writing this after just destroying a bowl of Coco Pops (the white chocolate flavour – yum) for breakfast but I’ve read something that’s making me gag. Apparently, using your partner’s toothbrush can put you at risk of contracting herpes. Some 100 million bacteria live in a toothbrush and sticking someone else’s in your gob sparks off the mother of bacteria parties where all strains are invited to potentially give you something nasty. I do know couples who share a toothbrush. And I also know a couple who share the same bath water, which is arguably seen as more acceptable but you still wouldn’t catch me splashing around in someone else’s cocktail of sweat, dead skin and toe bogies. Then there’s sharing razors and hair brushes – again, not on my shift. What’s next? Maybe sharing cotton wool buds, toothpicks or even picking each other’s noses? I know what you’re thinking; I didn’t say consume what you dig out on the end of your finger though, so please let’s not lower the tone here. I guess what I’m trying to say is where’s our decorum people? It’s bad enough walking your kids to school in a dressing gown but harnessing a herpes factory on your toothbrush is where we should be drawing the line.
‘Lettuce’ - are you running? Jules - seriously, WTF Wayne - 8/10 but thanks again! Bru/Claire - buon compleanno Emma - I need to place another order O – where are the photos?