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.
