This is a Global Player original podcast, Vilkameen.

Huzzah, shaggers, and welcome to the Friday bonus ball.

Now, this is new ground, brave new ground for the Restless Neighbors podcast because for the first time, I'm flying solo.

There is no Mr.

Malteser eyes the waistcoat wearing TV detective sprinkling his stardust will have to wait for another day because he's too busy filming what he's calling his documentary in Las Vegas to be here today.

There's also another reason we can't talk about in the podcast, but it involves shenanigans in London and something I might be able to talk about once the police investigation's finished.

That's all we'll say for now, but never fear, everything's okay.

So in the absence of Martin Compston, Robert D'Neali, Fanny DeVito himself, I thought I'd share some of your wonderful correspondence which has come in recently since the New Year on the Friday bonus bar.

And as always, get in touch with us.

Hello@restlessnativespodcast.com it's time to stir a bit of that up again.

We'd love to hear from you, TikTok Ruth pointed out to us just the other day that you can now leave comments on Spotify podcasts.

Now cast your mind back to the Restless Natives mugs shenanigan.

Do you remember that when everyone got the hump because they said that they didn't have Spotify rap because they listened elsewhere?

Blah blah, blah blah blah.

Well, for those of you on Spotify, we'd love to hear from you.

From those of you not on Spotify, we'd still love to hear from you, but the way you can do that is on email.

Helloestlessnativespodcast.com for the rest of you on Spotify, fire in.

We want to hear about all the usual carry on anger at inanimate objects, sibling rivalries and sibling scraps.

How you'd like to end your life.

As Martin Compson describes it.

Would you like to be in bamboo coffin?

Would you like to be sprinkled in the garden beside your dog?

However it is, we would like to know from you.

Hello@restlessnativespodcast.com now here we go.

Right, this is your correspondence that you've been sending us.

We're gonna start off with this lovely message here from Steph B.

Huzzah Hosers, one of three longtime Canadian listeners here to regale with some Oasis chat.

First, I just want to say I love the podcast.

Well, thank you very much, Steph B.

It Always brightens my day on my various drives around Southern Ontario and beyond.

How about that?

I really enjoyed the recent Bubbles episode.

It's a surreal collision of worlds for me, as in the 90s I was a massive Sandbox fan, a little known Canadian band which Mike Smith was in.

I was gutted when they broke up.

Fast forward to Trailer Park Boys being aired and I could not believe my eyes when I realised Bubbles was Mike Smith.

Anyway, I've attached some photographs of Bubbles alter ego and sandbox circa 1996-97, including one with an autograph.

Steph, I'm looking at these pictures.

We'll share them on our social media.

Looks like Bubbles right onto Oasis.

Here's the Oasis story.

I'll try to keep my stories to one low light and a few highlights as I started going to see Oasis in 1996 at Molson park in Barrie, Ontario, opening for Neil Young and Crazy Horse.

Saw them all the way through to 2009 when I saw them for the last time at Murrayfield.

Now the low light of Falling Oasis 2008 at the V Festival on Toronto Island.

Lineup was fantastic with Paul Weller and Stereophonics playing before the headliner Oasis.

We managed to bag a front row place and I was having the time of my life singing along with one of my besties at the time when Son Absolute see you next Tuesday came running out of nowhere and pushed Noel from behind, fell over the speaker in the amp, broke his ribs and I thought and hoped Kelly Jones who was watching side of stage was going to knock the guy out, but you got taken away before that could happen.

To Noel's credit they came back on and played one or two more songs but I spent the rest of the night crying.

I'm glad he still wants to come back to Toronto as I will be seeing them there in August 2024.

Well, Steph, it's a good story, sad story, but I can tell you I was standing beside Kelly Jones on the side of the stage when that happened.

It was such a surreal night that one because we'd gone over, I was writing about it for the newspaper, the V Festival and we had the whole weekend there and as you say, it built up brilliantly with Stereophonics and Weller and we were planning the Mother of All Nights out after that and everything was going to plan until that fateful moment.

But I'll never forget phoning Noel and he was in hospital and he said, well you better just carry on the party, all the drinks will be bought, so just go and enjoy it and I think four of us, a guy called Chris Johns, Mikey Johns, Leah Nichols and a few others.

We enjoyed ourselves, but without any members of Oasis.

So that was our low light as well, that one.

Right, so Steph goes on.

1998, Maple Leaf Gardens.

What a brilliant show.

Afterwards, I remember trying to find the tour bus in hopes of an autograph or a photograph of the band.

My friend and I went running because we thought we saw them and it almost knocked Fran Healey from Travis over.

I'm glad I didn't know about the squidgy peanut butter story at the time.

Yeah, that story is going to live with us for a long time.

And one more from steph, she says.

2006, Ryman and Nashville.

We managed to see Gem and Andy walking around town and got a picture with them, which we were very excited about.

Before Doors, there was a huge crowd gathered with the tour bus parked at the front door, security keeping the crowd of fans corralled to the side.

Two young men were on the opposite side of security and in line to the tour bus.

Front door under some guys awaiting for a taxi.

Liam walks off the bus.

The two boys run up to him.

I thought, nah, walk right past security and straight up to Liam.

Could barely utter a word other than ask for a picture, which she shared with us here.

I looked stunned, but I was.

I couldn't believe I could just calmly walk by security right up to arkid and get a picture.

Show was amazing.

I saw Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban in the crowd.

So there you go.

Enough from me, says Steph.

Can't wait to see Oasis at Murrayfield again in August.

Keep up the good work, lads.

Your podcast spreads so much joy.

If you still need Oasis tickets, I've got two extra for Manchester on July 12th.

You know what?

We might have to get in touch with you about that one, Stephanie.

Anyway, Stephanie says, time to Kenny Hobby.

All the best.

Right, Stephanie.

Thanks for that.

We'll be in touch shortly.

They'll be going up for sale on Restless Natives.

Yeah, what a night that was in Toronto.

It was incredible.

I just remember that party going on for a couple of days, but, yeah, not the best.

Not the best plan ever.

That didn't quite work out with Mr.

Gallagher that night.

Right?

Scott Hogg's been in touch.

Alright, shaggers.

I saw this video pop up and thought I'd send it in.

Now, I should tell you, I realize that's not great in an audio podcast, but we will share some footage because Scott Hogg has uncovered a gem.

He's got footage of a game he went to when he was a lad.

It's 50% of Martin Komsten's football and career back in the day.

So what we've got is a bit of capelo in Morton.

Martin Komsten making his professional debut and his shorts look very big.

That's all I'm going to say.

Season 2001, 2002.

It looks like there's a wee bit of a bit of entertainment going on at the ground as well.

But a very fresh faced Martin Compston, probably before Sweet 16 on the pitch making his professional debut.

So I'm going to urge you to go and have a look at the socials Restless Natives podcast and Instagram and TikTok and all that as well because you're going to enjoy this little scrawny Martin Compston.

There's more meat on a butcher's pencil.

Dear me.

Thank you very much for that.

Scott Hogg and Dumfries in fair play for you discovering and uncovering that.

Now Martin in the podcast this week was talking about new music and how no new bands have emerged recently.

Well, Laura Achison's been in touch and says hello team.

Don't want to shout out but just listening to the episode where the subject's new music.

Well Laura, you're getting your shout out so enjoy it, she says.

I just wanted to share Transmission Suite.

They're from Sterling and they've got a Stone Roses New Order sound.

I too, I'm struggling to get into new music at the moment, but I'm right into this.

Hope you enjoy it.

Well Laura, we'll check them out and there's a shout out for Transmission Suite.

Thank you Laura, really appreciate it.

And remember, if you've got a band that we should get into.

Hello@restlessnativespodcast.com Fanny DeVito needs new music.

Ross Farrell, a resourceful rascal gets in touch.

Ross says, I heard Martin mention on the podcast about any new bands or artists.

Don't know why I'm doing that accent, he says.

I thought I'd take the chance to plug my own music.

I after all, that's what a resourceful rascal would do, isn't it?

You never know, I might just gain some of your many English listeners, hopefully 40 of the 46.

I'm on Spotify and Amazon Music under Ross Farrell.

I have a couple albums on there, the latest being called Neighbor.

Anyway, Happy New Year, blah blah blah blah and fuck the gas board, right?

Check him out.

Ross Farrell.

I'm gonna have a Listen to that, Ross and see if you're up to scratch.

Right, got some regulars now, regular punters.

So we're gonna start with old rent boy, Neil Renton from Leith.

He was asking this question.

Thanks for the episode, boys.

Who would Martin Compston play in a music biopic?

So we were talking about the Bob Dylan film, which I thought was absolutely outstanding.

It was fantastic.

Played wonderfully by Timothy Chalamet.

But who would Martin play?

Well, we know he's already played mid year, which Majur was a fan of.

But who else could he play?

I would venture Jimmy Somerville, small town boy.

What do you reckon?

Ooh, baby.

Yeah, just making magic, baby.

Just making magic, baby.

There's my impression of Jimmy Somerville for you.

Anyway, Rentz goes on and by the way, send in your suggestions.

Who would Martin Komsten play in a music biopic?

Rentz says, Happy New Year, shaggers.

Bit late for that now, we're in February, he says.

Love the episodes where you caught up after the festive period and Martin told us about his woes of his Disney holiday.

This cheered me up as I froze half to death on the tram commute to work.

As you were asking for tales of the worst holidays, here's one from me.

Not a bad holiday as such, but it did leave me mentally and physically scarred for life.

And it happened at Butlins in Ayr.

My family took me there a few years ago.

To be honest, I can't really remember much about five minutes ago, never mind when I was five.

But I seemed to have a pretty good time apart from playing football.

All through the week I was on a wee team and to my surprise, we kept winning so much so we made it to the final of a tournament that was to be played on the Friday, which was the last day for many of us.

There was a problem, however, due to the bigger boys play in various finals.

There weren't any pitches for us to play on and we didn't have another day we could contest the final.

Thankfully, the brains behind organising the tournament had a plan.

Instead of playing on grass, we played on an ice rink.

That's right, an ice rink.

A proper ice rink.

One where you play proper ice type sports like ice hockey and curling and figure skating, not fitball.

And that's what we did in our tiny black plimsoles as well.

Oh man, remember them?

Remember those gym shoes?

At no point did my parents think this was a bad idea.

They were too busy making my little sister.

They were too busy making my little sister to care.

Oh, no, you've done the maths there, Rentz, haven't you?

Anyway, he says it was carnage.

If you're struggling to visualize it, think of the opening scene of Saving Private Ryan and you're close.

What a lovely, tasteful comparison that is, Rentz.

Anyway, there was blood and limbs and tears everywhere you looked.

That's the football, not my parents.

Oh, dear God, Rents, behave yourself.

For some reason, the opponents had a better grasp of ice football and beat us 5 1.

Thinking back, I wouldn't be surprised if the victors had spent a winter preparing for it on the ski slopes frequented by the middle class.

Smart family.

Very good, Rents, it's safe to say that you've not got the scars to show from a family holiday.

Then you have never lived.

Keep up the good work, shaggers.

Thank you, Rents.

There's one for us.

What's the best injury and best scar you've picked up on a family holiday?

Get in touch.

Helloestlessnativespodcast.com Right, here we go.

Another one from Kim Bird.

Huzzah, clown.

A move, man.

I know this is going to sound like birthday care, pish, but Gordon's intro to the Pod's best bits of 24 had me welling up.

Adult.

It's fucking hard work.

We all need some escapism and a weekly dose of restless natives.

What I won't be able to give to climb a tree and hide up there for a few hours.

The only problem is we need the JCB or a crane to get me up there and back down.

Thank you very much for that, Kim.

You're being harsh on yourself.

Right down to business, she says.

The amount of times I found myself cursing recently and taking Fanny DeVito's name in vain.

Plastic bottle tops.

Now the bloody inanimate object.

For the first time, I think I agree with Martin Komsten.

I get the whole recycling thing, but whoever came up with the design needs a serious talking to.

I can barely undo the bastard thing, and as we're trying to do it up again, there is no hope.

How about this one?

The volume on the car radio.

It's all Compston's fault.

I never used to take any notice what the volume was on, let alone an even number, before he mentioned it on a bonus spot on a Friday.

While we're on the subject of car radios, there was a song I kept hearing last month called Apt by Rose and Bruno Mars.

I was convinced they were singing about someone being off their tits.

I googled the lyrics and discovered they're actually singing that bit in Korean and it means apartment in English.

Honestly though, nothing will ever beat Fuck the Gas Board.

I can't wait to see what nonsense and mischief 2025 brings for the Clown and the Wolfman.

You two are my middle of the night heroes when things are tough and I'd be lost without you.

The biggest love Fuck the Gas Board from Kim Bird.

Now, Kim is a regular listener and has our wee battles that we know about.

So Kim, wherever you're listening, thank you very much.

And if it's in the middle of the night, we hope we've given you a wee giggle with the podcast recently.

Lovely stuff.

Right, Kim, that's a reminder as well when you're getting in touch with us.

Ms.

Heard lyrics get in touch hello@restlessnativespodcast.com Now a lot of you, I've got to tell you, I've been getting in touch with the same thing Robert Dennearly spotted in a wee video.

I don't know if you've seen this, but it's Martin in a nightclub.

We posted it on the Socials the other day, but it is spectacular.

A number of you got in touch to say that that nightclub no longer exists.

But yeah, any other moments of Martin Constant being spotted in the wild, please do get in touch.

Right, we've had some wisdom.

Some wisdom has arrived from James Southall.

Thanks for this, James.

Hello guys.

I'm catching up on a few weeks worth of podcasts and I'm listening to you guys whinging about hangovers, something I also suffer from as someone of a similar vintage.

However, a friend recently pointed me in the direction of chlorella tablets.

Take eight around lunchtime and the day of drinking and wake up with a fresh head.

I thought this was bollocks, but I duly ordered a pack, tried them and have been hangover free ever since.

Now, I'd just like to make it absolutely clear, Jim and Cheshire, we can't endorse any of this, but for anybody listening, most of our listeners actually probably face these battles.

So Jimmy Southall, there's some advice.

Chlorella tablets.

Thank you very much, Jim.

He says good luck with the podcast.

All the best, Jim Southall.

Right, that's class one.

More serious one just to finish, because I think that's important.

Lorraine Carslow says, hello shaggers.

I drive to Paisley.

Sorry, I drive Paisley to Greenock a few times a week and giggle all the way there with you guys for company.

And that road is bloody lonely, let me tell you.

On Friday 24th January, you were talking about a good male mental health.

And I take my hat off to that with today's political correctness.

Men's mental health is awful, my man.

And I think there is something totally lacking in the world today.

Men only pubs.

Hear me out, guys, don't talk.

And with men's suicide increasing over the last years, it's getting harder for a good night out to actually talk to your friends.

Anyway, I've bored you enough.

Fuck the Gas Board.

Keep up the amazing work.

There you go, Loza.

I can't imagine that's the most common view in the world, but we've aired that on Restless Natives and that's exactly what this is all about.

And I just as a little reminder for anybody listening who is struggling at the moment, keep the heat.

One foot in front of the other.

All will be well.

There is another side, right?

That's all.

No Martin Compson this week.

As I say, I think he's in a helicopter right now.

And I'm not joking about that.

Not doing the helicopter, that's a very different thing entirely.

But we will be back next Wednesday.

The wee felly is coming back across the pond to spend some time filming and recording.

So the next time you hear from us, we will be in person.

So please come and join us for that.

All that remains on the Friday bonus ball is for me to say the Gas Board.

See you soon.

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