9th June 2009
Well there have sure been a few changes around Castlke Rookard since the last time I put paw to keyboard. It all started when bloody Rookard, tripped over me as he burst though the shed door back from the pub. "Get out of here, you smelly mut" he shouted to me as he aimed a kick at my backside.. I say aimed, as it fact he missed and landed his foot on the wall.. That'll teach the cretin.
After he recovered, and the pain had gone, he let slip that the famous Hosiprog web site was to under go a complete re-vamp.. No more were we to post ten minute tasters but via a wonderful podcast (god knows whart that is) we would post links, so that you lot could hear or download our complete archive. Seems he and his mates of the Essex Audio Theatre have given up on ever selling their programmes on CD. as you tight fisted lot don't want to shell out the couple of quid for a nice CD. but prefer the lower quality mp3 file.. Personally I think their all total crap and you best leaving them alone.. but each to his own..
I ventured this idea to Rookard the other night, only to be told that any more smart assed comments like that, and I could look forward to a ride around the M25 before being dumped someplace in the countryside..

Hoo Humm...Back to the bloody dog kenel.

Cheers all

MY OLDER RAMBLINGS ARE BELOW - ENJOY

1st September 2008 Hello fans, and before I start this missive, A massive appology for it being so long since I last set paw to keyboard. Not of course that anybody will ever read this, but it keeps me happy. Well the news from Castle Rookard is that after a rather lack laster Summer, things are picking up again on the jolly old recording front. No less then seven projects under way in various states of completion. Mind you right now he's wandering around trying to aim the well placed shoe up my backside. But I'm keeping well out of the way. Seems it all went wrong out on a recent location recording. As he tells it, it was down in the woodland glade during a location recording session for a sort of modern take on the old Robin Hood story. Was not so much the rain lashing down that put the dreaded mockers on the session. No it was the passing aircraft taking off from Stanstead. The the local Hoo-Ray Henrys blasting away with thier shot guns in the next field, the farm hands having fun with their chain saws and the bloody great combine harvester that did for him. Hoo Humm...Time I think to beat a fast retreat to the dog kenel. Cheers all

Friday 29th Febuary 2008 Hello fans, and before I start this missive, and big thank you for that Valentines Day box of dogie chocks.. lovely. Now where was I. Oh yes in case you've noticed 2008 is a leap year and today is the extra day we get.. All to do with those ancient Monks messing up thier Calendar - or was it the French... well never mind today is leap day. The day when the ladies get to pop the question.. Not that Rookard has any worries about that sort of thing. No let the ladies see him, and within minutes their running for their lives. Told the cretin that this morning.. "what you need is a good woman" I said. All I got for my pains was a kick up the backside. As for any creative work here at Castle Rookard forget it. Computers went down in a major crash last week... Panic all round. Data files lost. Programmes having to be re-installed. So far most is back, but he still cant use his copy of photoshop, and have just got Real Edit pro back on line.. Cheers all

Tuesday 29th January 2008 Hello fans, and first off thanks for that lovely gift of the large box of doggie chunks. Had to dig a hole to hide it from Rookard view, or else he would have cut my rations. Now I don't know if you have ever heard of Stickcam, the idea is that you can use it to chat and see each other. Point is that his local community radio station Phoenix FM in Brentwood here in Essex use it to web broadcast their programmes. Well one of them is a late night Sunday broadcast of one of Hosiprog's productions. ( 23.00 hrs to midnight local time if your interested.) Well last Sunday, Rookard was checking our high his audience was for the show and found he had 25 thousand happy listeners. Extra rations all round that night I can tell you. Mind you I find it suspicious so many were interested in one of our productions, but you can argue with web statistics can you. See you and remember to keep wagging that tail !

Saturday 23rd January 2008 Well how do you like the new layout… cool isn't it. Not so sure about the little jingle mind you, but Rookard loves it – Indeed insisted of playing it endlessly all day yesterday. Still the idea of clicking over the CD covers for a five minute audio review is I have to say rather neat… Didn't know Rookard had it in him to programme them in. On to other matters now and it's amazing isn't it, already dam near a month into the new year. Here at Castle Rookard we are coming to the end at long last of all that bloody Turkey flavored dog food. Oh how I sit and beg for my normal dogie chunks. But will be listen… No chance. The rotten swine had gone and got a job lot from a mate of his who said it had fallen off a lorry.. If I had my way I'd have helped him re load the useless stuff. Oh well must go.. see you soon. DATELINE JANUARY 17TH 2008 What Ho folks. Been some time since I put paw to keyboard. But the dreaded Rookard has got it into his head to do a bit of spring cleaning on this site.. The one you get free with Talktalk. only nobody seems to know much about it. Point is rather then have two pages, we are now going for any number and the promise is more frequent updating. Yes in a pigs ear. Soon be back to normal I can tell you... Always time tomorrow etc etc. Asked him if the new order of change would mean a nice indoor sleeping basket for yours trully. Bloody sod went and gave me a kick.. then shouted there would always be a place for me down at the jolly old RSPCA dog pound. Bit his leg and escaped. SATURDAY 19th May 2007. A day to remember says Rookard. We've just had our first review. Printed in full on our welcome page, it is I have to confess rather nice.. Indeed to celebrate, Rookard even doubled by daily doggie chucks supply. ANOTHER DAY. There I was, busy sitting scatching my bits - as one does, when the the door crashes open and in storms Rookard. "That bloody Glasscock" he yells "now wants to mess with my audio edit again." This a reference to the lastest audio drama the pair are working on. Seems the augument now is abot the cockpit conversation between the lead actors.. Only lasts for lessthen a minute but Rookards point is pilot and co-pilot could only have spoken to each other via the intercom as the noise level was so high. Glasscock who says Rookard knows sod all about these things wants them to yell, and then switch over to intercome for the last few lines.. Left him to it, and started to have a nice lick on my under parts. Rookard saw this, and shouting filthy beast, kicked me up the backside... bloody painful was that! THE DAY AFTER THE LAST ONE Well it had to happen, Glasscock called Rookard to say he had decided that he could not hear the engines on fire and doing the things aircraft engines do when their in trouble.. Rookard got around that one by finding car crash recording and cutting out the skid, and only using the last second.. Glasscock happy. LATER THE SAME DAY. You just knew it would happen. Glasscock on the phone again. This time, it's the 1940ish sound of Liverpool Street station. says a train would not speed though the station as it would tend to crash into the buffers. suggested one puffing slowly out. Rookard swore a bit. Said yes, then went and kicked me up the backside. Bit him in the other leg. Spent the night in the garden in a rainstorm socking wet. A BIT LATTER THAT DAY An interesting sidelight on the use of the Internet came up today, Rookard noticing that page hits were up on the last couple of days, checked out the web counter and found a couple of links back to Google. These showed that most of the recent hits were from Areo nutters more interested in Lancaster Bombers rather then the nice dramas we produce. So if you're here looking for information of these aircraft. Sorry if we've wasted your time. Mind you if you're interested in all things wartime, then any advice of how to form an escape committee with the aim of getting out of Castle Rookard would be more then welcome. THE NEXT DAY Plans are well in hand for our next recording session. This one is a John Glasscock story, and as you would expect with him, nothing is as it seems, very much an alternative world story. All Rookard knows is that he had to hunt around for the sounds of a wartime Lancaster bomber in trouble as heard from inside. As luck would have it a team from Eastward Hospital Television of which he's a member had recently been on assignment to report on an East Angilan group working to restore just such a bomber. It can't take off yet - but it can taxi. So lots of wildsound. A BIT LATTER... Bloody Rookard still limping around the place, but now with a smile on his face. Says he's fixed the problem, and has been checking out the stats link. Want's me to thank all of you for checking us out, and wonders why the stats don't tell him which programmes you enjoyed.. Tried to tell him the reason for your short visits was that most of you figured the plays were crap and you were showing a better then average critical skill.. It was then he tried to kick me. Pity he sort of slipped in some of my doggy doo and ended up flat on his back.. EARLY TODAY Should have heard Rookard swearing away as he tried to load up the two complete plays 'WOT HE WRIT' . Seems every time he loaded them up the last two minutes were always missing - very strange that. Of course he blaimed me for nicking them and kicked my bowl of cunky chops in his anger. Swore even more when I got him in the ankle. Last seen slamming the front door on his way to the pub. Bit worried though because as he went, managed to trip over my kennel and after picking himself up shouted something about knowing a man down the pub who for a few coins would deliver me to one of those laboratories where they stuff you in a cage and force you to smoke five fags at a time.

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