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Last broadcast on Sat, 17 Oct 2009, 09:00 on BBC Radio 4.
Synopsis
Real life stories in which listeners talk about the issues that matter to them.
Rev Richard Coles is joined by five-time Olympic gold medal winner Sir Steve Redgrave.
With poetry from Luke Wright.
Studio guest :: Sir Steven Redgrave
Five times Olympic gold medallist, Steven Redgrave is the only athlete in history to have won gold medals in five consecutive Olympic Games.
'Inspired' by Sir Steven Redgrave is out now published by Headline.
Extraordinary Stories :: Female Bodybuilder
Dianne Bennett's lifelong love of fitness began early - she was enrolled in the league of health & strength at just six weeks old. She has judged bodybuilding competitions for men and women all over the world and continues to run the gym her dad set up after the war.
Sound Sculpture :: Vacuum Cleaner
Brian Watts recalls the sound of his mother's vacuum and the memories it evokes for him.
Is there a sound which has strong associations for you? We'd love to hear from you. Drop us a line - saturdaylive@bbc.co.uk
Extraordinary Stories :: Necrotising Fasciitis
Necrotising fasciitis - aka the flesh eating bug - is a virulent soft tissue infection that often leads to death. Saturday Live listener James Vigar, is in the 27% of survivors, but not without a very tricky couple of weeks back in the January of 2008.
Inheritance Tracks :: Bruce McLean
Critically acclaimed artist Bruce McLean inherited 'Cry' by Johnnie Ray and passes on 'Sailing' by Rod Stewart.
Bruce McLean's show can be found at London’s Bernard Jacobsen gallery until November 7th.
Poet :: Luke Wright
Luke Wright takes the noble art of poetry by the scruff of the neck and turns it into something to delight.
October 09
Pin stripped, grovelling parliament commences
with talk of cuts and a sad mess of war.
Declaring to silence far graver expenses:
those for the game now a grim cricket score.
The work of a summer, whilst we sipped at beer
on LastMinute deals. Now they’ll send more,
another half thousand lost volunteers
to try and save face and fight an idea.
The Sounds
They say that smells can haunt you and tastes send you insane -
you’re nibbling on biscuit and then bang you’re young again -
but for me it’s sounds, just the slurp of a draining bath
and my damn Proustian lugs will have me weeping for the past.
A snatch of lyric, a bit of poem, the toppling of a bin
can conjure up bad haircuts and yellow bruises on a shin.
Football boots on concrete and I’m the last one to be picked.
I’m three and moving house from the clunk of brick on brick
The mutton croon of Morrissey with sponge and rusty spanner
takes me back to sixth form and a girl I loved called Anna.
An Evening Standard trader, the purr of a hotel room:
a suit that I’d grow into, a golden afternoon.
This symphony of kitchen drawers, the knocks and bangs and clicks
can leave me sad or terrified, my stomach slightly sick.
The past’s a disused larder, there’s much in there that’s rotten:
the ghostly whirr of a vacuum cleaner and moments best forgotten.
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Sat 17 Oct 200909:00
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