aware that this Podcast Contains strong language)
In the 29th episode of Janey Godley’s
podcast the mother and daughter discuss The Appalachian Trail and their desire
to walk it, the Andy Gray sexism scandal, Tommy Sheridan's sentencing. Their
favourite comic Rob Brydon provides this week's celebrity question and they
tell us all about their attitude to comedy. Ashley has a rant about how she
feels being the daughter of a comedian and Janey spills the beans about nasty
comics. The STV Nightshift programme gets debated and both of them talk about
Ashley not having a boyfriend (again). Janey ends it by telling a big odd story
about a man with a Samuria sword who loved her.
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.
So 50 came and went and then out of the
blue I got a card that said “now you are 50, you must collect your own shit,
scrape it with a stick and send it to us in the post, so we can check if you
have cancer of the bowel”
It’s not the welcome to being 50 I
wanted. Things are giving me signs, I clicked on TV and Sex and the City was
on, there was Samantha getting banged in the downward dog yoga position by a
young bloke, she is really old and she isn’t scraping shit and posting it to
NHS bowel collection unit is she? No she is having sex that doesn’t even fuck
up her hair, when I have sex my hair and body look like I was thrown from a
suicide bomb site. In fact when I wake up now- I look as if I have just been
rescued from a hostage situation deep in the woods.
Then to make matters worse, I clicked
over the channel on TV and there were teens getting their vaginas totally waxed
clean and having shiny diamantes studded around the vulva, it’s called a
Vijazzle, personally I feel like that men who need a sparkly fanny might not
actually be into vaginas . I sat gaping at this wondering if young men today
need a glitter sparkling around the vag just so they can locate it. You
wouldn’t have John Wayne ripping the bodice off a woman in a Western movie and
having to deal with rhinestones around her pussy would you? Things have changed
is all am saying.
I recall years ago shaving the top part
of my pubes into a love heart for valentines night surprise as a sort of joke
for husband (it was in a magazine) turns out vag topiary isn’t my thing I
clipped my vag pubes into what can only be described as the start of a
swastika. I am blaming using the mirror and clipping at it with a blunt pair of
nail scissors just don’t ask me how it happened, but it went fucking really
badly wrong. You can’t really repair a swastika shaped pube.
couldn’t have sex for weeks till it grew back, in case husband took one look at
it and thought I was a dedicated neo Nazi. The worse thing was I had to get a
smear test done and yes my lovely Jewish doctor was horrified and could hardly
believe my explanation, we were never the same again. My life does sound like a
So my dad got me a £100 worth of beauty
treatments and I was so excited I called the salon, not for a Vijazzle or a
Hitler obsessed pussy, but just some therapy. Apparently I have lymph nodes and
they need draining, were you aware of lymph node draining? I wasn’t. Am not
sure they should be drained by a woman in a fake tan and with long scarlet nails
and fake eyelashes. The assistant suggested I get fake semi-permanent eyelashes
as apparently mine are just invisible now I am 50. One of the buzz words in
beauty therapy is semi-permanent; it seems even the job as a therapist is
I may just get my hair done and spend
all the vouchers on that, or go wild and get my bush trimmed into the shape of
a pink huggable Care Bear resplendent with pink glitter balloons semi
permanently tattooed above my bikini line and every time my husband has sex
with me I will shout out “It’s a Care Bear count down 5-4-3-2-1”
(Please be aware that this Podcast Contains strong language)
In the twenty eighth episode of Janey Godley’s Podcast the mother and daughter
dynamic duo discuss Janey’s 50th birthday plans and her curry
night. Ashley gives us a rundown of the Golden Globes, her amazement at Jersey
Shore and her inability to have a decent birthday party. Janey talks about My
Big Fat Gypsy Wedding and her horror at the sub culture of marrying young girls
off to caravan dwellers. Ashley has a weird dream, Janey gets funny presents
and they talk about Ashley’s pulled pork dish. The mother and daughter discuss
their plans for Adelaide and the Good Godley! Chalk publicity campaign which we
hope some fun Adelaide folk will take part in.
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.
Please do comment on the Janey Godley Podcast At the following link
Yes, it’s true, I know what you are
thinking, Janey you can’t be fifty not with that skin tone? But here it is, I
am hitting the big 50. I told Ashley I didn’t want a party or gifts etc and she
looked worried. She thought I was doing my ‘reverse psychology’ which I did to
her as a teen, remember when they were 15 and you would say “don’t study for
exams, take drugs and sell them it’s a much better option in life” and kids
would stare at you and then go away and get a uni degree? No, you never did
that to your kids? Well I did and it worked out fine. Anyway I now have damaged
Ashley and she thinks everything I say I want the opposite but I genuinely
don’t want a party or gifts.
What we are doing in way of small
celebration, is to go up to my mate’s Janie B, me Ashley and my pal Shirley and
we are going to have a curry night as Janie B makes the best curry in the
world. Ashley is baking a cake and Shirley is making some nice buns, both of
them are awesome at baking. I told Ashley never to learn to cook, unless it was
crystal meth and sell it; she did the opposite and became a self taught gourmet
cook. Her pulled pork is legendary and it’s not even sexual, my pulled pork
involves strange men, sperm and written apologies, hers involves organic meat,
a crock pot and indigenous spices.
Anyway I such fun last week in London,
the best part was I stayed over in Soho and ended up quite drunk with two young
actors from Downton Abbey, that can happen in Soho. I wasn’t too drunk to be
honest, one glass of champagne and am pissed and suggesting pulled pork. The
other thing I did was a TV pilot called My Life in Books with the apparent
Dragon of TV Anne Robinson; she is an awesome gentle woman in real life. The
show had a great premise, I get to talk about five books that meant something
to me in my life and my favourite was David Sedaris ‘Me Talk Pretty One Day’
which I suggest everyone read. He is a funny witty US satirist and clever
The downside of sleeping in Soho, it is
noisy; you can’t get away from it. You live with it, it’s Soho and people
outside fight and argue over drug deals (This could have been Ashley but she
decided to get a dull career being a screen play writer) and then some unhappy
hookers scream at their pimp and punter, who knows what upset them? Having sex
in an alley against your will? That could do it am sure.
(Please be aware that this Podcast Contains strong language)
In the twenty seventh episode of Jane Godley’s podcast Janey and Ashley discuss
Ashley’s sore side, her ability to talk utter rubbish in her sleep and her big
story about Dave Courtney and her day with the London gangsters on a film set.
Janey talks about her plans for her late brother’s ashes, her trip to London
and her new haircut which makes her look like a hazelnut for some obscure
reason. Sarah Palin is to blame is a theme that gets both of them on a rant and
Ashley recalls embarrassing tales about when she was a toddler, Janey joins in
and talks over the top of her as usual. The Australian floods get a short
mention, wandering Glasgow dogs get in on the act and the mum and daughter get
into a debate about the Americans use of the word ‘bomb’ in various guises.
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.
Please do comment on the Janey Godley Podcast At the
Twitter is my friend but also annoys me,
as people who never ever chat to me normally -suddenly jump in and have an
opinion on what I write. It’s a bit like people who don’t like you really, but
stand close to hear what you have to say so they can loudly point out what they
think you have done or said wrong. Like a big nosy grassing bastard who
pedantically points out all your failings in a loud shouty voice, a bit like
being married and going through ‘the rough patch’. Thank fuck husband is
dyslexic, as he can’t do that to me or he probably would, and don’t worry about
me writing that last sentence and it offending my husband as he is dyslexic and
can’t read this.
Having said that, posting stuff on
Twitter does leave you open to that kind of thing, so ‘hell slap it into me’ as
my mammy would have said.
Having even said that, I do like Twitter
even when people say it’s my fault Frankie Boyle is rude because I once
defended him, or when people say ‘you should be on the telly, you are funny,
why aren’t you on the Michael McIntyre roadshow?’ but they don’t work on telly,
they work in Lidl and have good internet skills and follow me on Twitter,
that’s not going to help is it?
Besides that I had a great weekend. I
flew down to London with BA and it wasn’t cancelled or anything and I stayed at
the rooms in my favourite club in London, which is awesome. I love the giant
king size bed, the fabulous cotton sheets and the DEEP bath and walk in shower.
I just loved it, then headed off to Portsmouth and had two lovely nights of
comedy and then I headed back to London, and done the DEEP bath hotel thing all
The downside is travelling on London
underground, some people are complete knobs. Get this- I just waited with my
luggage at Piccadilly, I only have one small wheelie case and beside me is a
giant bloke the size of a phone box in a TopMan suit with a bigger wheelie
case, he barges me to the side and throws his case on and straddles his big
acrylic clad legs apart pushing other people as he makes a space on the central
part of the train. I drag myself on last, all befuddled as big TopMan pushed me
“Hello, you big twat am the wee woman
you just battered to the side four seconds ago at the door, did you think we
would never meet again, it happened just there” I said as I pointed at the
sliding doors shutting. He looked down at me and people around sniggered. “So
you just push women about and expect them to say nothing when they stand beside
you?” I shouted at him? He tried to move away but the crowd pushed hard against
him in solidarity as they got pushed about by him as well, he then fell and
stumbled a bit over his wheelie case and stood embarrassed until the next stop
came and he got off. I felt I had bullied him for bullying me and realised
that’s a bad thing isn’t it?
Life is good, but am still sad about my
brother Mij, whose funeral hasn’t been organised yet and as I said am not going
due to other circumstances. I am hoping I get my hands on some of his ashes as
I want to find Bryan Ferry’s London home and throw the ashes over his wall and
let Mij lie in Bryan Ferry’s garden as he LOVED Bryan Ferry.
Failing that, I will ask the northern
comic Mick Ferry to let me throw Mij’s ashes in his garden as Mij won’t really
know the difference will he?
So anyway I found a photo of Mij that
was taken 15 years ago when he was going to the Gay Ball in Glasgow with me and
my husband, we all had a great night, I recall it well and Mij despite being
mad as a brush and slightly mental he was never homophobic and had made heaps
of mates in the gay community when he joined Body Positive an HIV support group
in Glasgow, they were so helpful. Mij looked dashing in his dinner suit and
dickie bow tie!
So, anyway Ashley air bushed her dad out
of the picture, kept his body and put Bryan Ferry’s head in with Mij. We know
this would make him smile and the photo should be either on my FACEBOOK site or
on http://twitpic.com/3oxionif you
want to go see it.
Do keep following me and http://twitter.com/ashleystorrie my
daughter on twitter and do come and listen to our podcast, we love that folk
enjoy it. Just go to my website janeygodley.com and you can see the links.
Thanks for all the kind words about my
brother, your support and lovely messages helped me no end.
Janey Godley’s Podcast “Episode 26”
(Please be aware that this Podcast Contains strong language)
In the first episode of 2011 and the twenty-sixth episode of the podcast Janey and Ashley discuss the beginning of the year and its connotations, the mother and daughter then pay tribute to Janey’s brother Mij who died on New Year’s Eve, emotional storytelling, tears, laughter and hilarity ensue. The pair of then do a mock musical tribute to the late Scottish singer Gerry Rafferty and his famous song Baker Street, they debate the situation of female comics here and across the Atlantic and why female comics don’t get the chance to be risqué in the UK. Michael Buble, Jake Gyllenhall, The Kardashians and Sienna Miller all get battered with the gossip stick and the ceiling picture competition draws to a close with a worthy winner. So with the start of a new year their hopes and dreams all get a mention and Janey manages to get the final word in this podcast!
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.
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When I was five years old, I banged my head at school and my ear bled. Instead of calling an ambulance which to be honest the school should have done, but this was the mid 60s and nobody called ambulances for injured children, the school instead got my big brother Jim from his class and made him take me home. He was twelve and I was five, I wept with relief when I saw him and I can still remember his arms around my legs as he held me tight and ran home with me. He was crying as blood kept dripping out of my ear and he was panicking. Turns out I recovered from a bang to my bleeding brain or whatever that accident was and I can still hear in my darkest memories Jim screaming for help as his skinny wee legs juddered as he got me to the house.
Jim liked to be called Mij- that became his enduring nickname. He once brushed a big Alsatian’s furry coat backwards and told me it was a lion and I believed him.
Mij ended up on drugs, got HIV and developed cancer, yet survived all that. I have to be honest he was a brutally horrid son to my mum as a young bloke, he was a bully, he hit me, he hit her and then he finally grew up slowly and became a rather sad creature with his addiction and illness’s.
As the eldest kid in our family, he was spoilt by my mum and I think she and him had a very toxic relationship which spilled over onto the rest of us.
Later on in life he and I became very close, I forgave his anger, violence and madness and he supported my choice of career. His walls were covered in my press cuttings and posters. My daughter Ashley adored him. Mij and I had our own relationship that withstood the test of time and distance so I was horrified to click onto facebook and find out he had just died. I had known he was very ill that day which in itself was a shock, but Ashley’s facebook was on the big main screen on the living room, and then the status update of a young relative told me my brother was dead. It was as simple as that.
He brought Jerry Sadowitz into my bar in the East End of Glasgow and told me to give Jerry a gig at our pub doing comedy and magic. It was amazing, we saw the moment comedy changed forever when Sadowitz did his stuff and my brother had recognised that.
Jerry said “he was a fucking legend” when he heard Mij had died.
Mij told me tales of being pals with Bono, hanging out with Jack Nicholson and I would like to believe that on the day of his funeral they will turn up, oh and of course his beloved hero Bryan Ferry will totally sing at the event!
I have had many blogs and comedy routines dedicated to Mij and he loved that I spoke about him onstage; I always cleared it with him.
On the day he died (31st December) he had collapsed and was taken into hospital with a liver failure and died around midday. He was living down in Clacton near his daughter, so I couldn’t go to see him in his last moments.
I had to go onstage that night in Edinburgh for their Hogmanay show, it was hard and I kept having wee bursts of tears on my own in the loo, but I had a great show that night and I know he was somewhere laughing with me.
So that was my New Year. Rest in Peace big brother, I will miss you more than you know.