an exploration of the wonderful music of the classic age of rock and roll, the 50's,60's,70's and 80's. Going through each decade year by year, show one looks at music from 1950,60,70 and 80, discovering information about the tracks and artists and including an 'on this day' segment as to what was occuring in the world on each day of broadcast in the year the tracks were created. From Jerry Lee Lewis to the late, great David Bowie," The Age of Rock and Roll" is perfect to get you up and dancing to the iconic sounds of the era of Rock and Roll.
Ever wondered how art inspired Bowie? Or what gave rise to Freddie Mercury’s most iconic looks?
Join us as we explore the intersections and connections between art, music, history, literature and fashion together. From 20s French Jazz to 60s New York, we’ll chat your ear off about all things culture! Enjoy the dulcet tones of two Culture Vultures right here on URY.
The Tour de France gets underway tomorrow. Alex Woodward looks ahead to the 108th edition of the biggest and best cycling race in the world
No-one else is gonna do this, are they?
You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there. Lokir: Darn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell. You there. You and me -- we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants. Ralof: We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief. Imperial Soldier: Shut up back there! [Lokir looks at the gagged man.] Lokir: And what's wrong with him? Ralof: Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King. Lokir: Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us? Ralof: I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits. Lokir: No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening. Ralof: Hey, what village are you from, horse thief? Lokir: Why do you care? Ralof: A Nord's last thoughts should be of home. Lokir: Rorikstead. I'm...I'm from Rorikstead. [They approach the village of Helgen. A soldier calls out to the lead wagon.] Imperial Soldier: General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting! General Tullius: Good. Let's get this over with. Lokir: Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me. Ralof: Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this. This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny...when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe. [A man and son watch the prisoners pull into town.] Haming: Who are they, daddy? Where are they going? Torolf: You need to go inside, little cub. Haming: Why? I want to watch the soldiers. Torolf: Inside the house. Now. [The wagon stops near the chopping block.] Imperial Soldier: Whoa. Lokir: Why are they stopping? Ralof: Why do you think? End of the line. also a banging breakfast show.
Exams are over, the sun is shining (presumably) and we’re all going on a summer holiday! Join the URY Gang as we head to Scarborough for the day to teach the computing freshers what the outdoors looks like!
We’ll be heading over on a bus, trying our best to broadcast every bump of the way!
Exams are over, the sun is shining (presumably) and we’re all going on a summer holiday! Join the URY Gang as we head to Scarborough for the day to teach the computing freshers what the outdoors looks like!
This OB will be coarse and rough and will get everywhere!
Exams are over, the sun is shining (presumably) and we’re all going on a summer holiday! Join the URY Gang as we head to Scarborough for the day to teach the computing freshers what the outdoors looks like!
Never half ass two things, whole ass one thing... Three times!