The new RR logo

We're working on it and the new logo for Ratbag Radio is coming together. This is our working design. What you reckon?

It's Mr Punch being his own version of a raving Ratbag.*

You gotta be snazzy to survive the competition on iTunes. If only quality audio production was as straightforward....All the world's a stage,
* Perhaps you are unaware that his nibs -- Mister D.J.Riley Esquire of Life of Riley enterprises-- was a bona fide Punch and Judy Professor who did shows out and about until handicap set in. (O me miserum!). Yesiree, Professor Ratbaggy (c'est moi!) used to ply his own Red Cordial Show hither and yon -- the Redcliffe jetty, local festivities, holiday camps, preschools, kindies,...
There was me-- the illustrious professor who drummed a bodhran and did coarse jigs -- Judy(of course), Constable Wallop, the Dog, Baby, Crocodile, and Mr Punch creating dramatic havoc.

There is a lot you can do with sausages when it comes to entertainment . My best trick was when I got Baby to wee over Mr Punch and then spray the audience...!
What fun we all had.
So Punch and I -- well --we're consanguineous
I'm now selling my Punch & Judy kit and caboodle to fund my podcast hardware requirements. All offers will be considered..
In fact, me hearties, the blogging, podcasting and such has been engineered to satiate my thespian desires.
As Punch would have it,"That's the way to do it!"
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
[William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It 2/7)]

Professor Ratbaggy