mostly david ephgrave

Tonight we secretly pre-recorded another episode of our internet radio show ‘In Your Inner Ear’. While it generally goes out live, Glyn is on holiday for the next two Sundays, so we’ve had to fit a couple of recordings in before he went away. Rather than record a couple out of sync with the live shows, we decided to broadcast them all in chronological order – which led to us recording next Sunday’s show tonight while the show we recorded last Wednesday went out (still with me?). We listened to the beginning of the broadcast before we started, which was bizarre, yet confidence-boasting. It sounded like a proper show and everything. The theme for tonight’s recording was ‘celebrity’; a topic we covered a few weeks back, before realising we had more stories to tell. This week’s stars included Jeffrey Archer, Ulrika Jonnson, David Bellamy and Grotbags from Emu’s All-Live Pink Windmill Show; we move in illustrious circles. We also referred to last night...

The first woman I saw in underwear was Grotbags from Emu’s All-Live Pink Windmill Show. It wasn’t a sexual situation. I was too young for that. It was also completely accidental. There’s no need to contact Operation Yewtree on my (or her) behalf. I was a huge fan of Rod Hull as a child. So much so that I had my own Emu. By this, I mean I owned the puppet; an outsized bird was not an appropriate pet to keep in a modest semi-detached house in Stevenage. My love of The Pink Windmill Show was all encompassing. I was desperate to see Emu in person, ideally whilst nestled in the armpit of my favourite puppeteer*. When he came to The Gordon Craig Theatre my mum got us tickets. It was one of my first gigs and I loved it.  (Little did I know I was about to see more than I'd bargained for.) I was a member of the theatre’s drama club and spent a lot of time backstage. So it was that, during a break in our session later that week, I happ...