The Ghostly Smell Of Rice Pudding: Recent Episodes
Keith Graham
Autobiography, written and narrated by Keith Blease-Bourne. Humour and pathos. Growing up during 1950's, England.
Pick Up The Pieces - Living with Alzheimer's Part 2 - NOW AVAILABLE!
This Podcast covers medication, ongoing treatment, and the future!
Life's a bugger sometimes!
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I have been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. It will kill me, but not just yet. I will change, probably in many ways... but I'm not going to be dictated to by a disease.
Pick Up The Pieces - Living with Alzheimer's
Here it is at last! Episode one of "Pick Up The Pieces - Living With Alzheimer's".
I have been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. It will kill me, but not just yet. I will change, probably in many ways... but I'm not going to be dictated to by a disease.
Just follow the link for an interesting conversation between me and my friend Mark, and Living with Alzheimer's Disease.
From now until... well, I don't know, but hopefully we'll have a laugh along the way!
As of now, there are approximately 982,000 people with dementia in the UK, and this number is projected to rise to 1.4 million by 2040. This statistic highlights the increasing prevalence of dementia, particularly Alzheimer's disease, in the population. According to Alzheimer's Society.
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Still here, will be for a while. Take a listen, it makes me laugh, and it's me I'm talking about!
Sometimes you plan stuff, then reality jumps out and bites you on the bum, and that's what's happened to me... my bum has been well and truly bitten... and it happened just recently.
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Welcome to the second edition of a personal and irreverent point of view of the last few weeks... how time flies!
On this show... A funeral I went to... my artistic endeavours... me on the TV, I don't think so somehow!
By the way, I put out the call for gifting me a bottle of whiskey last time, because I don't charge you for listening to THE GHOSTLY SMELL OF RICE PUDDING... LOL, why on earth would you pay for this gibberish... but you might want to buy me a bottle to show your appreciation
Hello and welcome to Chapter Twenty-Two of The Ghostly Smell Of Rice Pudding.
WARNING! I witter on for a mere six and a half minutes... it just seems so much longer!
Coming up... Whiskey, Me On The TV... not good, I have a face for radio!... Sir Keir Rodney Starmer... and THE WEIGHT OF A CLOUD! (You'll be surprised)!
All covered here in Chapter Twenty-Two of The Ghostly Smell Of Rice Pudding... Remind me on, and I'll try and produce another next week!
Hello and welcome to Chapter Twenty-One of The Ghostly Smell Of Rice Pudding.
WARNING! This episode contains a cabbage soup recipe... now don't be put off! I discovered it over 15 years ago... so prepare to write it down!
Coming up... PIZZA & SUN, MUSIC (well clips), 3am DRIVE TO BLACKPOOL... AND BACK, REDISCOVERY OF FINCA LA MOTTA, THE ADVANTAGES OF MEMORY LOSS... OR NOT!
All covered here in Chapter Twenty-One of The Ghostly Smell Of Rice Pudding.
Hear we are and it's CHAPTER 19 - A Mixture Of Highs & Lows... just over a week since Chapter 18... bet I can't keep that up!
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It's been a while! I thought it was about time I proved I was still alive and kicking.
As you can tell, I'm alive, or I wouldn't be writing this introduction. As for kicking... well, that's just not English, is it!
Here's the latest rendition... Chapter Eighteen - It's been a while!
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As we celebrated the 80th anniversary of the end of WW2, it seemed appropriate to air an interview I produced for the BBC over 30 years ago.
Two elderly ladies, Grace Mellor and Agnes Mietz, discuss those final days of the war and how it affected them.
A friend died recently and reminded me of another friend who died some time ago!
For my friends Tony Blakeman and Phil Morgan. RIP old friends.
I remember there was a thunder storm, the three of us were standing in the semi-darkness waiting for the inevitable! (PIC: Land Army Girls during WW2. Back row, on the right is Maisie Wooley)
This chapter may contain things that could upset you, which is not my intention.
Sit back, get comfy, and listen to The Ghostly Smell Of Rice Pudding - Chapter 12 and a half - Hearts & Strings.
The photo (above) is me just before I had my haircut following the three month lockdown for Covid. The bandana? Well it was a present from my granddaughter... who's name is Seren... which, I understand, is Welsh for Star!
The previous chapter ended with 'I was invited for an interview... on the day I was due to return from New York!'...
I think I need to explain.
I fiddled around with some half baked idea’s, such as multi-level marketing, and then Margaret came up with an idea. She told me about this job where people pushed catalogues through letter boxes... I’m not doing that, I told her rather indignantly!
After more than 64 years of being an only child, I found the final resting place of the sister I never had.
"Covid 19 is a great leveller. It seems I'm something of a risk because I've had two heat attacks in the past so I have to be handled with kid gloves... actually I feel fine!"
That quote has little or nothing to do with Chapter 9, other than it starts with those words! It has to start with something!
I met lots of people during my time with Beartown Radio. I did promise myself that I wouldn’t try and name everyone because I’d bound to miss some out and, maybe, upset some really nice, kind people.
So apart from the wonderful people of the Congleton Chronicle, Congleton Partnership, Congleton Community Projects, Electric Picture House, Congleton Town Council, Cheshire East Council, advertisers and anyone else who supported us, my wife, who supported ME, and our landlord, who had the patience of a saint.
Not forgetting all of Beartown Radio’s wonderful, talented presenters, and trainers, who gave their time totally free, I’ve seen these people grow and develop their skills.
Not just radio skills but personal life skills as well.
I’ve seen both young and, shall we say not so young, walk into the studio with a dream and walk out again, a different person with a fine memory, and a personal skill.
I am proud of you all, and thank YOU for helping ME to achieve MY dream.
I wouldn’t like you to get carried away with some romantic notion that it was anything more than a plastic box. Wash away from your head any ideas of a mahogany cabin with brass portholes overlooking the English Channel with your clothes folded neatly by a steward. This was my first foreign trip!
During the mid 90’s I was a freelance producer/presenter with the BBC. It was more of a hobby than a job. I had taken the advice of more or less everyone when they told me “don’t give up the day-time job”. It wasn’t that I was bad at it you understand; in fact I was quite good. See what you think.
Graham Bourne had the dual profession of butcher and master builder, he preferred building. He was described, by my soon to be mother-in-law Grace Mellor, after his death, as a gentleman and a gentle man. He was a 40-a-day Park Drive man... that was his downfall.
The above photograph was taken on his honeymoon after marrying Maisie Woolly.
It was like witnessing the fall of Sodom! It was the mid seventies and fashion had gone mad - long strings of buttons on jacket cuffs, massive lapels and even bigger shirt collars. White trousers, white suits, even white platform shoes – yes I wore them - medallion man was alive and well and ready to kick ass. Men wore suits and women wore long dresses – god we thought we looked the mutt’s nuts… and of course we did – at the time! Oh, and let’s not forget the wonderful cheesecloth shirts! I was about to enter that bastion of “Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll” in the form of the business known as show.
During 1973 the three-day working week was introduced on January 2, due to power shortages caused by the miners strike. McDonald’s opened its first UK restaurant in London. And I got married.
It was a smoky old place, evident from the still blackened sandstone buildings that stand proud in its centre. Black because of the filth and grime that once filled the air, courtesy of our staple industry – ceramics. I must admit, I don’t recall the air being smoky, or indeed filthy at the time I was born. There again I can’t remember much at all of that chilly September morning in 1952, in fact until I started to research this, I didn’t even know it was chilly!