Pat Condell on fine form…

The curse of faith

I’ve been playing with radio streaming today, for our up and coming Morley Community Radio broadcasts. It is being uploaded from an old laptop in my house (one I loaned someone and it came back nastily infected so that took up most of the morning) so it might run a bit lumpy.

There are a number of old sweepers/jingles from earlier broadcasts with a smattering of free use music samples that came with the last recorder I bought. They just play in a loop, shuffled just to vary it, 27 tracks, about five minutes. There is an easter egg in there though!

Check it out at http://radiohosting.co.uk:8080 it should play in practically any media player. If you have dial-up, it will be dog rough.

If it looks like the screen on the left, it is running OK. If it is not running, the screen will look like the one on the right. The laptop is still misbehaving so it might be pot luck!

Update- I’ve had it running solid for sixty hours, but the laptop has a memory leak so I have taken it down again now.

The blogpost title is as usual somewhat tangential- rivers, streams…

I’m feeling a little crazy myself today, I told two Jehovah’s Witnesses to “Bugger Off” and stop wasting my time.

This is a campaign that the English National Health Service are running to encourage more of us to sign up to the NHS Organ Donor Register.

I’ve been on the list ever since I first found out about it, probably from when I first got my Driving License. (It may have not existed then, but I certainly remember filling in a Kidney Donor card with my first provisional license aged 17).

Karen was perusing a leaflet about it this evening (picked up at the hospital, I think) and agreed to register, although she feels rather squeamish about it. You can now do it online with a few simple questions. (They also have a number of pamphlets for those who are uncertain what their particular Giant Green Arkleseizure thinks about it).

I would encourage any Brits who have never got round to it to do so, by clicking on the heart below.

HOWEVER, should that dour bottler scumbag in Downing Street introduce the concept of “implied consent” then I will remove my registration in a defiant gesture of explicit dissent, including appropriate hand gestures. The State serves me, not the other way round.

ª Tom Sharpe, “The Ballad of Prick ‘Em Dry”

A “God botherer” came to see me on the Ward in hospital over the weekend, a very earnest serious lady who told me she was a Quaker when I mentioned I was agnostic so that we weren’t exactly miles apart. (the big difference though, was that she was the one going round engaging with the lonely and vulnerable Ivan Jelical style and I wasn’t).

Anyway, she asked me whether I wouldn’t be too offended if she prayed for me. I didn’t actually say what popped into my head- the strong urge to talk to her in Georde;

Way aye pet, ah divvent mind what ye dee, as long as it makes yer happy hinny!

Which roughly translated into English means begone, you are away with the pixies you foolish woman.

My views on religion are well known- believe what you want but don’t expect me to take you too seriously. Anyway, Comedian Pat Condell mocks mass delusion much more eloquently than me and has done a number of controversial videoblogs rubbishing fundamentalism in all forms. (He even has an amusing product line in God Bless Atheism merchandise.)

Here is his latest monologue, enjoy. (Unless you are a Tele-evangelist, that is).
Hook, line and rapture

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