Greta has an almost impossible sales pitch she's to demand that the incredibly rich dumped that expensive pieces of kitsch , they fly to the cop out climate meetings in their lear jets and show not the slightest hesitation of any regrets, her gargantuan glitch is to try to move these people towards the green dream of a beggars itch, but these dinosaurs who block destiny's drawbridge are mega rich and have no intention of surrendering any of their Kardashian kitsch. To quote Churchill...

The birds and bees have joined us from the flowers and trees you find them at Macdonald's an champagne bars lapping up our left over cream teas they'll hardly be floaty lite on the breeze after feasting on our fat fantastic sleaze. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message

A musing for a wonderful women we called Ann Summers due to her working there, she asked for a birthday card poem and caused me a writer's block which when I tried to explain she cursed me a look of pure disdain , so I wrote it along the lines of if I'd bumped into her serving at the Ann summers shop. Katie looks at all men with indifference and always takes fun from them I say Bravo Darling it's all we do so deserve . Art work by Steven Richardson. --- Send in a voice message:...

Growing up in a witches coven with all of them casting spells over everything and everyone I couldn't understand the horoscope stars then or now  , they  were always fighting for the Sorceresse's supremacy Mystic Meg was of their best loved astro-donnas. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message

A song for a love honey we called Ann Summers due to her working there, she asked me for a birthday card poem and caused me a writer's block which when I tried to explain she cursed me a look of pure disdain , so I wrote this along the lines of a frigid flustering fool that she'd doubtless be serving at the Ann summers shop. Katie looks at all men with indifference and always takes fun from them , Bravo darling it's all we deserve. --- Send in a voice message:...

A musing written for lily age 9 and her cat Sean who's got terribly fat due to been neutered, he's put on a lot of weight I've narrated it in a yorkshire accent due to Sean being born and raised in Harrogate . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message

Another crazy  sketch about the life of Thornton Harding the junior an aristocrat who's mad about his pets , he calls them by the strangest names, such as his dog ,Warrington greyfriars Benson who i might add is allowed to do anything even drive his car . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message

A poem about falling into destitution especially ex soldiers and sailors who you find in the beggars brigade of most British towns, how easy to forget these courageous service personnel who once protected us . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message

This is a musing I wrote after listening to my father who'd been conscripted into the British army during the second world war, you can quite easily see why by year twenty three most members of the military have gone completely mad with OCD, its perhaps due to the cour d'esprit of the British army ,which has a relentless marching rhythm beating to the sweet spot tempo of 120 , from day one your heart soul body and mind are recalibrated and realined to the measured metronome of the military...

A short minute musing about how if you infect a friend's computer with a virus they treat it as if you have infected them with the clap . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message

Sooner than later we as a species will have to address our crazy situation of over population , due to land perishing and pollution in the final stages we may very well end up as refugees building our own blood lined barricades of revolution . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message

Living as belfry bats fuelled by booze and nose gay narcotics we shared shrink spiel and serotonin Smarties , arriving at all the piss, powder, and perfume parties: we'd flutter feebly back at the light of dawn . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message

A song written for my God-son Todd who aged five wanted a tune about a flea . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message

Living as an artist's muse you can understand the expression of The Doom in the room what artist's don't realise is that there ego's can be so burdensome to everyone else and probably has to be in order for them to achieve , this is usually why their muse's are usually so miserable. Whilst living with an artist as a muse I was painted with my own blood she thought it to be a wonderful contrast of colour red onto the stark white canvas my Anglo-Saxon skin reminiscent of the old English flag...

 THE MORTAL MACHINE Poetry |Steven Richardson 00:0401:52 Next|About A poem written for my father who was born in 1926 and now similar to an old model T ford he needs constant tinkering and maintenance to keep him running also I've done my best to copy his gasping Yorkshire speech ; born in the days of the horse and cart he started work at the age of twelve down in the mills on the east side of a steel river , he mentioned that not only were the steel dreys pulled by the huge shire...

A musing about the private member's bills passed with rousing British Parliamentary pomposity it sounds as if they're committing a serious aural atrocity but it's usually being diatribed by someone whos spieling loudly through their own suppository . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson5/message --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message

Looking at some tramps in cider park I felt so sorry for them but more so for their poor starving pets as their masters swill down cider and the pets shivered in the cold. The musing is seen and spoken through the dogs perspective . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message

Living our lives as nocturnal belfry bats fuelled by booze and nose gay narcotics we'd flutter back at dawn after sharing shrink spiel and serotonin Smarties at all the high octane piss and powder parties in H-gate is there any wonder that we all became neurotic suffering from nervous breakdowns and depression the Spanish au pairs around at that time always sounded and sang similar to Carmen Miaranda rolling their R's like a pair of castanets . All rights reserved --- Send in a voice...

A poem about my father's time aboard a super cruise liner where all the old badgers caught a virus very similar to Covid and almost died . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message

Buying power tools at the hardware store and then attempting some DIY, you may as well arm yourself with a weapon of war and become yet another casualty score around the world. The body counts are much higher than in most modern theaters of war. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message

The English aristocrats are completely crazy. One used to ride around his country estate on a giraffe-drawn dray and kept giant tortoises. He kept every type of animal in his house. This is a funny sketch about Thornton Harding the junior and his obsession with exotic pets. He's building kangaroo net ball team. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message

A short sketch about a friend who was always in the dry out clinic or a shrink clink where he would telephone and try to explain what his psychiatrist was doing , exasperatedly he would shout back that it was nothing to do with the drink !!. "Belfry" was the name for his depression a pet black bat . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message

A poem I wrote for my father who was born in 1926 and now similar to an old model T ford motor car needs constant tinkering and maintenance to keep him running . I've done my best to copy his gasping Yorkshire speech ,he was born in the days of the horse and cart starting work at the age of twelve down in the mills on the east side of steel river , he mentioned that not only were the steel dreys pulled by the huge shire horses but during the second world they also used the might of elephants...

A musing about our Star Trek scientists who make it sound like our intergalactic fate is just a walk through a subway station into some subatomic particle Stargate . --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/steven-richardson6/message