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Last broadcast on Sat, 31 Oct 2009, 09:00 on BBC Radio 4.
Synopsis
Real life stories in which listeners talk about the issues that matter to them.
Fi Glover is joined by clinical psychologist and writer Dorothy Rowe.
With poetry from Elvis McGonagall.
Studio Guest :: Dorothy Rowe
Inheritance Tracks :: Ozzy Osbourne
Topical Story :: Myron Rolle
Myron Rolle is an outstanding sportsman – he was ranked as the number one high school American Football prospect in the United States in 2006. He’s been described as one of those players who only come along every ten years. But he is also very, very brainy and is currently a Rhodes Scholar at Oxford University where he is undertaking an MA in medical anthropology
Day Trip :: Susanna Reid
Extraordinary Story :: Synaesthesia
Poet :: Elvis McGonagall
SCARY MONSTERS & SUPER CREEPS
Something wicked this way comes
Upon All Hallows’ Eve
With the dead-eyed smile of a circling shark
Black heart upon his sleeve
He makes the little children scream and shout
He makes them wail and howl
Beware the Bogeyman my dear –
Beware of Simon Cowell
SWEET 'N SOUR TALK
He lives in a mashed potato house in a fruit gum town
Sometimes he simply swims in lemon curd
His dog barks custard, he rides a Rice Krispie bike
He’s The Man Who Tastes Nearly Every Word
Some can touch the shape of “sunburnt mirth”
Some love the smell of yellow in the Monday morning air
Some see deafening black clouds whenever Sting sings
He knows Germans made of rubbery Gruyere
Vowels rock ‘n roll on the tip of his tongue
His palate’s tickled by a random quote
Fine words really do butter his parsnips
But don’t mention Derek, urrgh, earwax, now that really sticks in the throat
One sentence is an overloaded smorgasbord of sound
A Scrabble of flavours to both savour and appal
He’s Mister Alphabetti Spaghetti
He’s the verbal Heston Blumenthal
Oh to take a day-trip down his extra neural pathways
To get a sixth sense of his condition
Then if someone ever utters, say, “President Blair”
I might get a taste of mmm…money and naked pink ambition
But I can’t tell if this verse is a curled up, stale cheese sandwich
Or a lovely soufflé of chocolate and lychee
Though the proof of the pudding’s in the hearing – so
It’s time to eat my words – bon appetit! *
(* ooh…sorry…a bit of crispy burnt fried egg there)
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Sat 31 Oct 200909:00






