Radio and PodcastLive Radio & PodcastsOpening Radio and Podcast...
Radio and PodcastLive Radio & PodcastsFetching podcast shows and categories...
Radio and PodcastLive Radio & PodcastsFetching podcast episodes...
Steven Richardson Arts Business Comedy Education Fiction Government Greta Thunberg History Kids LBGT Music News Religion Robin hood Sport Science Spirituality True Crime Technology T V & Fil...
Being at sea aboard huge luxury vessels is very glamorous. As a skipper-come-captain, it is easy to be wined and dined each evening by billi...
A living monument of mystery Robin Hoods oak is by far the most famous tree in all of ancient history , a thousand years of silent still sop...
Is vanity a sin or just the selfish substance we need in order to win ?.
A short poem about how AI artificial intelligence is now learning from other Ai algorithms using the deep learning techniques then competing...
A preacher man told me that all of us come pre-packaged with the seven shades of sin, which are basically our primitive seven instincts of s...
A musing for a wonderful women we called Ann Summers due to her working there, she asked for a birthday poem and caused me a writer's block...
The sloth is portrayed as the epitome of laziness but this little arboreal adaption turns out to be a perfect green dream a hairy little lea...
The third slave uprising in Rome was brutally crushed; a hundred thousand men lay dead on the battlefield, and another six thousand were cru...
We lived our lives like nocturnal belfry bats fuelled by drink our cranial crashes and darkness of depression were common place the only way...
A short minute musing about infecting your friends computer's with a virus and how they treat it as though you've infected them with a sexua...
A person who is cast in abject austerity remains of the same mind set forever even though they may have risen to a position of privileged pr...
A poem I wrote about the sixty three year love affair between a member of the royal family and one her dutiful long standing servants known...
A short sketch I wrote about a Christmas bash with the Old deaf relatives cooking programmes and war movies on alternative TV stations with...
Hidden in her locked silver box were her secret letters of love from a dead American pilot who in a moment of war when passion was in fashio...
The British boarding schools were without doubt what built the British Empire, anyone subjected to this kind of brutal cruelty or treatment...
The old post office Harrogate is located about a century behind Greenwich mean time, the pensioners there are disciplinarians by design if y...
To own a car in the swinging sixties was extremely rare especially for young people but if it was a jaguar then you were the nouveau rich ma...
A short poem for Todd's forth birthday his name means the fox although the only thing I've seen him foraging for are lollipops from the ice...
A birthday poem for NENO it's called Black Rod because for the first time in Britain's 1000 year parliament's history the position is now he...
With courage commitment and candour these extraordinary women did something that had never been done before and that was to bring the age of...
A poem for big Manchester Pete, the hardest looking man you'd ever meet, a face made for a trick or treat but inside his heart was softer th...
A poem about falling into destitution especially soldiers and sailors who you find in the beggars brigade of most British towns. How easy it...
Musing about Lord Kitchener, whose saber-rattling speeches turned into sermons that garnered rapturous applause in Whitehall and Westminster...
The Harrogate Belles Angels were a group of girls who rode motorbikes wore leather , took drugs and slaked drink but most of all they were s...
Covid 19 as seen through the eyes of a squirrel watching them fighting for scraps from the dustbins whilst under lock down they appear so co...
A poem for NENO who used to be a traveller with wings upon her feet up untill Gabriel gifting her a daughter with the same name as his immor...
A musing for Lily's tenth birthday with leather jacket to match my own design of cause - mother not too keen I have a sneeking suspicion she...
Mustang men in middle aged look like mirages of their former selves , once they were war-faced warriors now they're warfarin worries , they...
A musing about the Boer war ,whilst tens of thousands were dying of disease and starvation because of lord kitchener's scorched earth policy...
The Westminster war of brexit has split a lot of blood onto the backbenchers but who will win the feudal few or the milky middle class crew...
The loss of a lion's mane is similar to that of a man's hair as it recedes they both become a little timid and tame loosing pride and prowes...
A poem about an old rag and bone man who started out with just a horse and cart then after a life of skinflinting strife became very rich bu...
Twenty years ago it came as quite a shock when someone we knew became bisexual especially after they'd been such a lady killer and then beca...
A poem about an angry old man who was released from his angst after he being given a course of oestrogen hormone therapy to combat prostate...
A musing about the private member's bills passed with British Parliamentary pomposity it sounds like a serious aural atrocity but it's usual...
A poem about a miserable neighbour called stan who once had everything a palace and a kingdom but then unfortunately he lost everything and...
They serve it up for breakfast all red and raw, The news papers land like a fry up of blood and gore , you need the stomach of a matador to...
A short poem written about the money monsters in the city of London thay feed the needy to the greedy down on London's squire mile all the w...
A poem I wrote for my father, who was born in 1926 and is now similar to a motor car, needing constant tinkering to keep him up and running....
A poem written about my rolly Polly fat flat mate who lost a massive amount of weight slimming down from 21 stones to 12 becoming ever so se...
It's about time the human realised that a tree is flesh and blood not just timber or a price of wood , these beautiful living entities give...
A poem about a very beautiful woman called Claudia who's powerful persona ricochete around us like a midnight thunder , on first meeting she...
A deadly sin this jade eyed Jekyll our secret schadenfreude that hides within waiting to hatch out into its true reptilian skin .
The building blocks of life are made from nucleic acids , Lysergic acid has also been around since the dawn of time doubtless it would have...
A poem I wrote to commemorate the courage of Christine the first transexual beauty queen who back in 1953 decided bravely to have her gender...
A poem written for a crazy young woman who I fell hopelessly in love with during the summer of 1992 whilst working in the South of France ab...
Another eccentric sketch delving into the life of Thornton Harding Jr., an aristocrat with an intense passion for his pets. He bestows upon...
A prick of our precious pride is all that's needed to derail and deride our sensibility into taking a walk back onto its wild side .
The birds and bees are leaving the flowers and trees to join us for the fast food tease lapping up our left overs they'll hardly be floaty l...
A poem about the rain cycle's continual celestial cleansing this perpetual purification of precipitation shows no discrimination of skin tre...