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URY: World Club
Hedfonetik pushing the Front-ears. Front-ears III and Hedfonetik have gone flagship. Still on a Friday, you can continue getting your fix of foreign frequencies followed by our notorious rip-roaring crescendo of Electronica, introduced to our saviour ((URY)) but 3 months ago. Listen as Albor and The Ambassador take you on an aural journey of XL proportions. Keep your ears peeled for exclusive interviews and outstanding prizes, sourced especially by your hosts throughout their travels. We'll have special guests from various Campus Music Societies and further afield, all awaiting a special secret live event in the show's name, as ((URY))'s 40th Birthday approaches towards the Summer Holidays. - Watch this space.
URY:PM - The Magical Sandwich XL

Join Ben and guests for the variety radio show: music, guests, features and phone-ins! Now The Magical Sandwich comes in EXTRA LARGE.

Super Bowl Sunday XLVIII

Join Harry Whittaker and Eiron Page, two self-professed American Football ignoramuses, as they attempt to make sense of the Super Bowl and offer an insightful play-by-play commentary on the events of the evening. Matt Bramall, who does know about the game, will be on hand to lend guidance and expertise where they are most desperately needed.

Super Bowl XLIX

Join URY's incredibly accurate and informed coverage of 2015's Super Bowl. Most of that sentence is a lie because we know nothing about American Football. 

Hey, You, You're Finally Awake.

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.