Showing posts with label racism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label racism. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 08, 2014

Things I told my Daughter

1. Never shave your pubes for a man, if he likes naked pubed women he probably likes naked kids.

2. Never laugh at a man's jokes to make him feel good, you will spend your life pretending he is funny and he might want to take up comedy, the world doesn't need that.

3. Always be your honest self, if a bloke doesn't like it, you need to know soon- as pretending you like horses, skiing and vegetarian food is a lifelong commitment and fucking hard work.

4. Never pretend you are somewhere else to appease a man, if you need to lie, you will be doing it forever.

5. Never fake an orgasm, it's like buying a beautiful coat and just using it to piss on. Just be honest.

6. If a man ever tells you that you look fat or ugly naked never take that on board always assume his mother tucked his penis into his pants until he was 14 years old and kissed his mouth too much.

7. Always compliment a man as much as you expect to be complimented, it's not a one way street.

8. If you believe your boyfriend is right stick up for him, your pals won't always be right.

9. Never settle for mediocre and always encourage any man you are with to do the same, find someone who is worth being with and is worth you.

10. Have sex whenever and with whoever you want, your own sexual self worth is your business and nobody else's and anyone who judges is a cunt.

11. Never poke fun at a man for the amusement of your friends, being cruel is such a horrid trait and nobody else's son should suffer other people's insecurities.

12. Always offer to pay on a date, never take a drink from someone when you cannot buy it back, equality works two ways.


13. Be kind, you were brought up to be kind and that comes back to you.

14. If a man displays any kind of homophobia, racism or religious fervour... never bring him home to meet me and change your identity to get away from him if needs be.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Janey Godley’s Podcast Episode 170

 

(Please be aware that this Podcast Contains strong language)
 

In episode 170 of Janey Godley's podcast with comedian Ashley Storrie the mother and daughter comedy duo discuss Ashley's creepy quotes as a kid, the rise in Food Bank users in UK and the latest ATOS rules.
 

Ashley tells us about an innovative school teacher from the 60s and Janey talks about her shameful moment of dropping her trousers in the street. The news about Jimmy Savile's most recent police transcripts is discussed.


Mother and Daughter comedy team get to natter and the world gets to hear it on Janey Godley’s podcasts, expect some bawdy language and home truths, as Janey Godley and Ashley Storrie lead you down the roads less taken in their fantastic weekly podcast. Listen as mother and daughter banter, bait and burst with laughter.


Janey Godley Podcast at: Episode 170


If you would like to support our podcast then please do so by clicking onto Our Donate Page and donate via PayPal or like us on Facebook


For more information on how you can help Matthew McVarish visit The Road to Change website.


Check out our Brad Pitt Style Perfume Advert


Click Here To see the art of Hannah Stone.


Get your copy of Molly Wobbly’s Tit factory, live cast recording: Here


Check out: The saga of Tim and Freya


You can check out all our videos on: YouTube


Order “Handstands in the Dark” Paper Back or in EBook


Please rate us or leave a comment on: PodOmatic, ITunes


You can find all the info regarding Janey’s live shows by just clicking Gigs!


We hope you enjoy our Podcasts it would be great if you would pass it on, thanks Janey Godley & Ashley Storrie.


Thursday, August 29, 2013

Janey Godley’s Podcast Episode 163


(Please be aware that this Podcast Contains strong language)

In episode 163 of Janey Godley's podcast, the mother and daughter comedy duo get into discussion about Syria, Miley Cyrus and the racism of Salt and Sauce in Edinburgh. Ashley reads from her teenage diary.

We chat about our favourite authors and Ashley tells us her best bits of Edinburgh Fringe. Janey lets us know she is still missing Bronston Jones her American comedian pal and Jamie Oliver gets a booting. William Shatner recommends our podcast this week and gets a lovely testimony from Ashley.

Mother and Daughter comedy team get to natter and the world gets to hear it on Janey Godley’s podcasts, expect some bawdy language and home truths, as Janey Godley and Ashley Storrie lead you down the roads less taken in their fantastic weekly podcast. Listen as mother and daughter banter, bait and burst with laughter.

Janey Godley Podcast at: Episode 163

If you would like to support our podcast then please do so by clicking onto Our Donate Page and donate via PayPal or like us on Facebook

For more information on how you can help Matthew McVarish visit The Road to Change website


Click Here To see the art of Hannah Stone

Get your copy of Molly Wobbly’s Tit factory, live cast recording: Here.


You can check out all our videos on: YouTube

Order “Handstands in the Dark” Paper Back or in EBook

Please rate us or leave a comment on: PodOmatic, ITunes

You can find all the info regarding Janey’s live shows by just clicking Gigs!

We hope you enjoy our Podcasts it would be great if you would pass it on, thanks Janey Godley & Ashley Storrie.

Thursday, May 02, 2013

Janey Godley’s Podcast Episode 146



(Please be aware that this Podcast Contains strong language)

 

In episode 146 of Janey Godley's podcast the comedy mother and daughter discuss Bill Roache of Coronation Street fame and his alleged rape accusations, the racist furore of Reginald D Hunter at the football dinner and the upsurge of print books.

 

Janey tells a highly controversial story about abduction in the early 90s in her pub and Ashley explains Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream.  Janey does a Bold Alec version of the famous play. Sectarianism gets debated hotly between the women.

 

 

Mother and Daughter comedy team get to natter and the world gets to hear it on Janey Godley’s podcasts, expect some bawdy language and home truths, as Janey Godley and Ashley Storrie lead you down the roads less taken in their fantastic weekly podcast. Listen as mother and daughter banter, bait and burst with laughter.

 

Janey Godley Podcast at: Episode 146

 

If you would like to support our podcast then please do so by clicking onto Our Donate Page and donate via PayPal or like us on Facebook

 


 

Click Here To see the art of Hannah Stone

 

Get your copy of Molly Wobbly’s Tit factory, live cast recording: Here.

 


 

You can check out all our videos on: YouTube

 

Order “Handstands in the Dark” Paper Back or in EBook

 

Please rate us or leave a comment on: PodOmatic, ITunes

 

You can find all the info regarding Janey’s live shows by just clicking Gigs!

 

We hope you enjoy our Podcasts it would be great if you would pass it on, thanks Janey Godley & Ashley Storrie.

 

 

 

 

Monday, December 24, 2012

The Woman on the Street

It was Christmas 1974 and Shettleston was knee deep in thick hard snow. The cold seeped in through the badly designed council window frames and the coal strikes coupled with the 3 day week, made us all feel what Russia must be like. We were hungry and freezing.

 

My mum and dad had just split up and it was rough going, the bedroom was chittering cold and my mum was deeply depressed, swaying between bitter rages and horrible weeping. I was 13 years old and didn't know how to cope. My big brother was worried as well, but at a loss as what to do, we were just kids.

 

I provided lots of hot mugs of tea as she sang Patsy Cline in an angry spitting voice. Passive/aggressive singing is something all the women in her circle were very good at, you haven't experienced rage till you have heard a Carpenters song screamed into your face at full beer breathe volume.

 

Mum was busy shouting at the Morecambe and Wise Christmas special "Stupid English bastards dancing with that poof Nureyev, this isn't even funny" proving she could be racist and homophobic it one sentence.

 

"Janey, black up and climb over the school yard wall and steal some coal, that bastard Janitor sells it, we may as well steal it, am freezing" she said. So I did. I put my hand up the chimney, blackened my face....did an Al Jolson song (it was the 70s my mammy needed a laugh) and went off stealing a bag of coal from the stockpile in the school yard down the road.

 

 I felt like the man from the Black Magic chocolate advert, all black and climbing over walls and being creepy.

 

I was headed home when I saw a woman sitting on the snow in the street. It was disconcerting, what was she doing? Did she fall? I got closer, put down my bag, pulled off my woollen hat and offered her my hand.

 

"Excuse me, you ok?" I said and she looked up at me and of course what she saw a small child with a blackened face and ragged clothes, carrying a sack of coal.

 

"ARRGGHHHH" she screamed and got up, drunkenly falling about and ran through the snow screaming "It's a wee black ghost, a wee dark ghost, it a wee black dead wean"

 

I just stood there and watched her stagger about running...she fell over and panicked, screaming, clawing at the snow and finally she got up and wobbled off. I waited ages watching her making her way up the street, people were staring at her.

 

Finally, I picked up my coal bag & I headed off home. We had soup for Christmas dinner and at least we would now have a fire and if my dad popped by with some cash (which I knew he would) we could have a good Boxing Day supper and maybe mammy would sing a song without the tears getting in the way.

 

So thanks for reading, if you want follow me on twitter @JaneyGodley for updates.
 

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Things I did as a kid...


Back in the late 60s and 70s we didn’t have mobile phones or computer games, our politicians were toffy old upper class English men who sailed yachts (oh hang on that is today as well) and our pop charts were dominated with men in their 40s singing about Love and Marriage or stabbing women to death who happened to laugh at you and had the unfortunate name Delilah. It was different times.

 

We had yet to see children’s TV show that didn’t have really old people in upper class English voices stroking shiny dogs or they were riding about on ponies, both completely alien to an inner city Glasgow kid. Our accent wasn’t on the telly (much the same way as today am afraid) the comedians back then were all mainly English men in suits and short hair like bank clerks telling jokes about women and how things annoyed them, not many female comics were on, they mostly sang songs (much the same as today actually).

 

The main difference was as Glasgow kids we were inherently attracted to danger. Well I was, I liked nothing more than to hang off the back of a milk lorry from the milk bottle factory in my street. Those long low flat back growling old trucks were just begging for kids to jump and hang onto for a free ride down to the main road, where we hopped off before they turned.

 

Sometimes they would stall or bump and we would fall off and get a ‘wee injury’ nothing that some licking and rubbing with dirty mouths and filthy sleeves couldn’t fix.

 

We had a swathe of empty derelict tenements on my street and we used to go in there and strip out the cables and sell them to the local scrap metal for money. It was a dangerous practice as the derelict houses were crumbling and the floors often gave way. One day I went in with my pals up to the third landing, they always stood on the perimeter of a room (safest bit) and edge along the walls till we got to the side of the fireplace were the wiring was exposed. I pulled fiercely on a thick wire, got a violent electric shock, was thrown into the middle of the floor which promptly gave way and I fell into the house below. It was like a Laurel and Hardy sketch from Hollywood. I lay in the cloud of dust and realised I was in old Mr Barclay’s flat, stood up, laughed and shouted up “Old Mr Barclay has left some shoes in his house” and all my pals came down to join me. I don’t recall suffering an injury or catching a disease from the rancid rat piss or bugs that lived on the floor of the empty 1860’s building. I was a Glasgow kid and survived another day.

 

We stroked strange angry dogs, trapped violent wasps in jars, flattened penny’s under fast trains, swam in a rat infested chemical waste streams, swung across dangerous open gully’s on rope swings, set fire to abandoned cars, crept into drunken men’s houses to collect valuable empty bottles to exchange for cash, slid down sharp snowy hills on tea trays, and avoided the creepy parky’s who had a dirty bothy and a penchant for showing his cock in swing parks. We survived.

 

I don’t have asthma, never had a back pain, don’t have skin allergies, am not lactose intolerant, rarely get a flu and I think it’s all down to drinking in the dirty burn near my house.

 

We and I include me in this have raised our kids in an atmosphere of fear and cleanliness, they will never know the delight of hanging off the back of a fast moving lorry.....and maybe thats for the best!

 

So thanks for reading, if you want follow me on twitter @JaneyGodley for updates.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Corporate Comedy and its Downside

People who get together at an event and hire an after dinner speaker for a wad load of cash deserve a good night. I am not writing here to berate the after dinner speakers circuit - I won after Dinner Speaker of The Year and beat 9 men to the title. I like after dinner speaking: to me it's a way of doing comedy in a nice dress to people who normally wouldn't come out to a comedy club and hopefully giving them a taste for it.




What I have encountered is basically horrendous!



I am usually on with two other men, in suits, who get up with a clutch of cards in their hands and launch into 30 minutes of old material which is peppered with gross sexist, racist and unbelievably dull comedy that they either got off the internet or swapped with another speaker or stole from comics on the telly.

 

The audience are usually full of nice business people who ask me things like, "As a woman comic, do you swear?" but they don't hesitate to laugh out loud at the joke about "My mother only had two kids because she was told every third child born is Chinese" that the bloke read out of his hands.



It seems to me that the after dinner speakers circuit is alive with misogyny, despite me winning the top award (that was down to the audience in the hall that night – they voted for me – not the men in suits).



What amazes me is that I have encountered VERY few after dinner speaker man who had written their own material. I believe that if you 'own' a joke or story and made it up yourself you wouldn't naturally peddle racist, sexist stuff. But, because they get this crap material off other old comics or the internet, they don't seem to think it's offensive as they know it's been told before over and over again - so to them it MUST be OK if people keep saying it and people keep laughing at it!



The other thing that stuns me is after dinner speakers are usually professional men in a self-employed capacity. They usually own a small company. Surely they know what is offensive, sexist, homophobic and racist in their line of work? They must know that the material that comes out of their mouths is basically a sacking offensive and would have them in court with the equal opportunities people if it was repeated by them in the workplace! But what they don’t get is....this is MY WORK PLACE....how dare you assume you can do that where I WORK!



The majority of after dinner speakers are men who used to be involved in sport and they are usually the worst offenders of the sexist, racist, ancient material.

 

My gripe is this. People come to an event and are sometimes faced with an after dinner speaker who spouts rot to them whilst dressed in a nice suit; he eats their food, takes their cash and heads off; some people will never want to listen to comedy ever again after that experience!



When I do after dinner speaking, I just do a comedy set and tailor it to the event. Most times I don't swear especially if they ask me not to.

 

I just do stand-up comedy, original, funny and relaxed without bullet points on cards to lead me through the night. I make eye contact and tell funny stories that don't involve hiring prostitutes, nor do material about how women hate men and won't give them sex, nor jokes about black people who can't golf/ski or horse ride (really! - yes I have heard that joke 6 times now). I understand some corporate events are hard, and it can be difficult keeping the attention of one group of people, who all work together and know each other, and you are the stranger with jokes, but it does work most times. You don’t need to break the code of conduct that many bookers provide you with (don’t say the C word and keep it clean) you try and work within the parameters you have been given. I get that it can be tough, but professional comics do it and they do it well.



So come on, after dinner speakers, step up to the plate, stop peddling other people's jokes, stop being old school racists, throw down your bullet point cards, loosen your ties, be innovative and create a comedy set worth the two grand you demand from an event company! Be FUNNY!

 
 

So thanks for reading, if you want follow me on twitter @JaneyGodley for updates.