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The Eternal Breakfast Debate in a New Place
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Originally posted by antongould View Post“Hi it's Emma. I'm just writing my show for this week's Saturday breakfast on BBC Radio 3, and there's a bit where I have to say “this is Radio 3 and I'm Emma Clarke” and honestly it's going to take all the self control in the world not to go AARRGHH! WOOO! or just scream. It's just incredible! Tune in if you can. Saturday morning 0630.”
PS I think EC is 53.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by antongould View PostToday on Threads where she tells me as a follower that we are Thriends or some such ……. !!!!!
Oh joy unbounded, you can listen to those words wot she wrote - sadly no bouncing ball to watch, but it does track the text. How useful.
Hi it's Emma. I'm just writing my show for this week's Saturday breakfast on BBC Radio 3, and there's a bit where I have to say “this is Radio 3 and I'm Emma Clarke” and honestly it's going to take all the self control in the world not to go AARRGHH! WOOO! or just scream. It's just incredible! Tune in if you can. Saturday morning 0630.
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Originally posted by french frank View Post
It's the way of the (young) world. Not much point in saying: "Grow up". No one grows up these days. And the worst of them are phone zombies and social media addix, completely oblivious of living human beings around them Words like 'human', 'humanity' and 'humanitarian' become more and more meaningless
PS I think EC is 53.
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Originally posted by AuntDaisy View PostThanks, I've found it.
Oh joy unbounded, you can listen to those words wot she wrote - sadly no bouncing ball to watch, but it does track the text. How useful.
https://www.threads.net/@emmabclarke...grmAIxn1?hl=en
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Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View Post....I guess though one has to try and differentiate mobile phones from the internet as an invaluable source of not only information, but wise intelligent people's advice on where and when to draw lines....:
Does anyone know where that wonderful 'Wun Turnip' cartoon was posted?
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Originally posted by kernelbogey View PostI've been reflecting that they're no longer 'mobile phones', but, in effect, mobile micro-computers.
Does anyone know where that wonderful 'Wun Turnip' cartoon was posted?
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Originally posted by AuntDaisy View PostWas it this one, courtesy of John Shea?
https://www.for3.org/forums/forum/pl...lees#post22925
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Six thirty a.m., Broadcasting house, London, England:
So Hannah French back-announces the last item of TTN - Ave Maris Stella by Johann Stadlmayr (died c1648 since you ask)... and then we're into a minute of insane orchestral segues and Jules Holland (is it?) yelling about his programme before Hannah can say who she is, what programme she's presenting, introduce the newsreader and all that.
THIS IS AN INSANE, INSULTING APPROACH TO YOUR LISTENERS MR JACKSON.
PLEASE STOP DOING THIS!
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Originally posted by kernelbogey View PostSix thirty a.m., Broadcasting house, London, England:
So Hannah French back-announces the last item of TTN - Ave Maris Stella by Johann Stadlmayr (died c1648 since you ask)... and then we're into a minute of insane orchestral segues and Jules Holland (is it?) yelling about his programme before Hannah can say who she is, what programme she's presenting, introduce the newsreader and all that.
THIS IS AN INSANE, INSULTING APPROACH TO YOUR LISTENERS MR JACKSON.
PLEASE STOP DOING THIS!It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by french frank View Post
I feel moved to copy this (unattributed, natch) in an email to SJ. cc'd to the DG perhaps?
Actually Hanna F more or less swallowed her name as she began her intro, as though ashamed to be in on this farrago.
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