Here we go again

Have you every thought to yourself, Wow lifes good? then in an instant its all gone per shaped?.

There is surely more to life than stepping on a treadmill and plodding along?.

I did a wedding convention at the weekend in Malmo Sweden, beautiful surroundings lovely half naked models backstage!!!!!!!!!!!, Ok it was valentines day, it was cold as a freezer outside, but my god is there a new virus going around that makes people miserable twats?

I might be spoilt but I am used to some kind of responce when I walk on stage!!!!

200 pairs of dead eyes, if anybody had smiled I reckon there face would have cracked!

Still I did my bit went backstage to have another look!!, i did 3 shows the last one was fine, but really it feels like people have lost the art of conversation? maybe its down to all the internet sites, Ive got 1105 friends on face book, I know about 10 of them?

I used to write letters. talk to people meet people drink laugh have fun with real people, we dont need that anymore do we?.

Im not saying its a bad thing, I have made some great contacts on facebook myspace etc, reached out with my music to the far ends of the world, somethoing that would have been impossible just 10 years ago, but I really do miss a good old fashioned chat

See you soon

Rud

MUSIC MAFIA

In England its Simon Cowell, Sweden Bert Carlson, Germany that dodgey looking geezer with the Mel Gibson hairdo Dutta whoever (modern talking oh they were painful!

Every country has one, the Don of the Music Mafia, and if they cant make money off your back, well your foooked!!!!!!!.

As you may have gathered I travel a whole lot, and In Europe with the exception of BBC Radio 2, the commercial stations all plat the same 30 odd songs at least 10 times a day for months? and what a surprise they are all owned by the Music Mafia.

Now I dont blame the artists, who would turn down at on first sight looks life there dream ticket?

TV shows, Radio interviews, massive gigs the V.I.P dream, free drinks, limos GROUPIES well the list goes on and on.

But what happens after the 2 hits dry up? or they want to dare I say it write there own song!!!!!!!

Ask steve Brookstien or Leon i cant remember? wait another year and it will be Paul ?(Potts)

Now I made the mistake a few years ago of going on a talent show well 2 actually, what monumental mistakes they were, Ill go into detail someday, but the point is the contracts you have to sign before you even start singing, and as you probably know, yes its all fixed.

If you sing anything original the moment you do its no longer yours, and the best bit even if you go straight out the production company can claim up to 30% of your future income, I still have my copy from Cowells company (the x factor) I couldnt be arced to keep flying back for the next audition they called I hung up.

In these fixated days of reality TV its gone past the point of no return, just about every record you hear on the radio s a Mafia record, they end with with around 70% of the revenue, - the recording costs management agents flights etc etc the artist ends up with around 3% of all the dosh what a rip off.

I decided not to have anything to do with the tossers, hence I sit up every night promoting my new record in Japan Russia god knows where, I mail send links, hound Tv stations small and large continually gig left right and fucking center, and no joy, no airtime interviews, I cant give them holidays cars expensive perks, al I can give them are good songs,

Still not to worry Im doing well, I can look at myself in the mirror and not see a whore, and that my friends is worth more than any amount of money the Music Mafia could promise me for my soul

Ill sleep well tonight will they? I would imagine they sleep like kings in there Mansions paid for by other peoples blood

Until the next time

Be lucky

Rud

ITS A DIRTY JOB

Its a dirty job

Hola, well its been a busy few days, its quite amazing just how much can happen in one mans life?

The main reason for me blogin is it cover the gigs I do, what there like what the people are like and how punters like me ie lookalikes are greeted and treated?

So ill stick to that before I go into what else has happened.

Saturday evening i was in a place called lower basildon, about 15 minutes outside of Reading.

And very nice it was as well, this show was re arranged from january, remember there was a little white rain and GREAT Britain slid to a halt !!!!!!!!.

The venue was a barn, not any old barn, it's a magnificent 400 square meter oasis, absolutley beautiful. I arrived around 5pm it took forever, the usual shit on the roads, plus the added joy of a diversion, the nuts in charge thought it would be a good idea to do roadworks on the roundabout and junction that joins the A14 to the M11 on a Saturday ? fucking idiots,

3 hours later i rejoined the M11 4 miles further down, the diverted route had major roadworks!!!!!!!! Only in England…….?

So there I was in aladins cave, the lovely odors of the obviously very expensive gormet dinner to be filled the room, to bad they forgot about the band the dj and myself evil gits. 5 hours I sat upstairs , i was a surprise so had to hide?behind the dj watching the food go and go and go, no water coke cofee and no bloody food nada,……..

So id driven 7 hours did a sound check and sat in a corner like little jack chuffin horner, hungry thirsty tired painful in my neck and head from the smash the week before, knowing id have a long drive home, but still it was a nice venue, well paid and i was on stage at 10pm, er forget that, now if there is one thing that really pisses me off, its when people are disrespectfull to other peoples time?

Im booked to go on stage at 10pm I go on stage at 10pm, not 10,30, not 11,00 and definatley not 11.45pm the ignorant shits!!!!!!!.

If you have had a year to plan a 50th birthday you have a running plan there are no excuses, only one explanation, You dont give a danm about other peoples time?

I suppose if you owned 30 odd race horses, youve got LOADS OF MONEY, your time is all that matters?

I dont get phased by wealth, stars silicon, quite the opposite , when you have seen performed for and met so many famous and rich people its just another day at the office.

But I wasnt a happy camper, sat in my corner listning to speach after drawn out speach toast cig break, cigar break, shit break, god knows whatever else break, finally at 11.45 pm without any warning ladies and gemtlemen we have a special guest please welcome on stage Rod Stewart, SILENCE!!!!!!!! the problem was nobody had told the guy from the band whos PA I was hooked into it was time, he was outside having a fag.

The inpact was lost I wasnt to happy at all, still i did the job got them all on there feet

Did 45 minutes and took off.

What a shame, what a real shame that some very wealthy people believe they have the right to abuse somebody elses time, Im paying you, so I own you until im done with you, arrogant twat

Apparentley nobody has ever talked to the chap whos do it was the way i did EVER!!!!!!!!!!

All I said was u can fuck right off when he asked me if i would do another set, free of charge

Thats why they have money and we dont

No doubt there will be the cynics out there who think im a blown up obnknoxius cabaret singer who should be grateful for work? Well they can fuck off as well. I bet the same chap would be bang on time if it meant he was going to make money instead of pay money?.

Well anyway I drove back to doncaster had a few hours kip packed me and the kids up and got the 7am flight on Monday morning out of manc airport to Copenhagen

And yes the only flight delayed easyjet to copenhagen, the reason no pilot, out of 17 flights in dec/jan/feb one has been on time? You get what you pay for they say, well at 220 quid for me a 5 and 3 yr old I expect a little more, It used to be fun flying now it's a pain in the asre, litterally!!!!!!!!

Ive got metal pins holding me together they always beep and I suppose i look like a taliban suicide bomber???? So I got the internal exam say no more.

Hospitals Home & away

After a crash I dont suppose its not right clever to fly? But at the hospital in Doncaster they said no problem, it was on the decent my head exploded, Being a geezer and having my kids with me I put a brave face on thinking it would pass over, it didnt, I finally decided to go back to hospital last night when in the throws of passion with the missis I lost the vision in my right eye which to be honest wasnt such a bad thing!!!!!!! Then a monster of an headache gripped me, ive still got the headache and a cyclpose memory of her in doors,

The difference between the hospital personel and service in England and Sweden is day and night, i was strapped down x rayed kicked out in 4 hours in the UK, the hospital was dirty the personel verging on rude and not very bothered. Hence the need to go top hospital in Sweden.

One of the first questions i was asked in Sweden was if I had injections blood tests in the UK? What a strange question I thought, apparentley had they stuck needles in me in England they would have put me in issolation in Sweden the risk for speading bacteria would have been so high, so much for Gordan Browns promise of cleaning up the NHS.

Ive had blood tests a Kat scan nervous system check there holding me for obsevation then in the morning ill be seeing an eye specilist, free of charge , they will find out whats wrong with my head, very very detailed the Swedes, very very nice and very very clean and its all on the swedish NHS,

Tak sverige.

So now Im at home, the kids in bed and the knowledge that my head itsnt going to explode, there is no more brin damage than 2 weeks ago and when I have a bit of in and out ill do a Stevie Wonder

Until next time

Be lucky

Rud

for once I had a good day

Lets be honest people, sometimes you cant find anything to complain about? Not the gang of foreigners gobbing, outside the shopping center, the hobby bobby on his bike ignoring it, some little man syndrome git midgit and his pie eatin missis looking my way, not even the bloke with the hugh grant hair cut and a lisp on 17 million a year(JR) can put a downer on my day today.

The Insurance company gave me a very nice car until mine is crushed or fixed, Im not overdrawn, my little girls have had a top day, and that arrogant overpaid ignorant obnoxious twat John Terry isnt England Captain anymore.

Lets just have a look at the farce JT. Its not the fact that hes had a bit of in & out with a french tart, or a few other bimbos desperate to be in the dailystar, or test drivin a 17 year old in his Bentley whilst listening to Gary Glitter, its the pure arrogance of him and his type, THE PROFESSIONAL FOOTBALL PLAYER, the idea that they can throw money at everybody and anybody and buy silence?.

If JT wants to shag all of his team mates birds who gives a shit, except his team mates ?

ill tell ya now if my best friend humped my missis I would top the pair of em !!!!!!!

But Im just a normal bloke.

JTs wife said she will forgive him? what do you reckon 2 million to the wife, give it a year and they will quietly go there separate ways, 500,000 to that french bird, so she wont sell her story,

In a year shes on Big Brother the return?

No people today I feel Good, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, Im not an MP, or footballer so I can sleep straight in bed, no doubt tomorrow Ill be back to slaggin everybody and everything off, I have to negotiate the M1,M3,M25 and as Mr Rea said this is the rd to hell

Until next time

be lucky

Cheers

Rud

No doctor if your English?

Another day, another day of disbelief.

A turd wrote my car off last saturday, i was in hospital sunday, Im not feeling right, so I thought id go to the doctors, I called the practice where I went as a kid, sorry you have to re register. Ok i thought off I trotted to the NH shop passport in had kids in tow, hello I said, I need to register so

I can see a doctor,

Nope we nees proof of tenancy, contract of work, my world of the year followed why???

The ladies at the office where very nice, took time and went int to great detail as to why she could not register me, to put it in a nutshell, Im white middle aged and English, the NHS is over stretched so I can fuck off.

I need a doctor to check me over and confirm what the hospital diagnosed, Im not bothered but the insurance company need that.

What does bother me is the lack of information and access to ny service you have in England if your English.

Soldiers returning from defending this country have so much shit, so many problems trying to get among other thongs, a doctors appointment.

According to the lady If your out of the country for more than 6 months, no matter how much you have paid in to the system you lose all access to the NHS. If your English that is.

Being me, and being pissed off I dragged the kids round 4 different doctors offices.

I counted the people in the waiting rooms of all 4 practices, asked the people waiting questions,

Where are you from

whats wrong with you

how long have you lived here

do you work

Now before you read any further this was in Doncaster, between the hours of 14,00-16.00pm today

a total of 51 people, 8 kids

17 polish

4 albanians

9 english

3 scottish

7 pakistanis

1 Katistan (borats country)

2 Ukraine

8 fuck offs !!!!!!!!!!!!!

6 people said they worked, 1 student

15 piss offs

8 sorry I dont speak English

I think you can see what Im getting at, Now I work and live in Spain, Sweden and England, If I need a doctor in Sweden , Spain I just go and see one, ive paid my dues in which ever country I live and work.

3 of my daughters were born in Sweden, where i have to say health care is fantastic.

My youngest daughter was born in Majorca once again it was fantastic care.

Im a foreigner in those countries, but if asked they would give me medical treatment. and in the past have given me medical treatment.

But here in the good old UK, I can get finance on a very expensive car have half a dozen credit cards run up shit loads of debt, have an iphone, well a few phones, but I can not get a doctors appointment ?

WHAT A JOKE.

So good people the gem of advice I was offered from the lovely lady at the NH shop was ........

Go and Sign on the dole, WHY I WORK I DONT WANT A HANDOUT I WANT TO SEE A DOCTOR.

Its just another example of broken Britain, im not ill, I was hit at a red traffic light by an idiot, I need a doctors note so that the twat who was driving whilst talking on his mobile insurance company can restore me and my car back to health.

Ive contributed in to the system in the UK for 17 working years, cant get a dentist cant get a doctor, and to be honest dont care anymore. ill go to the doctors in Sweden next week,

so good folk until the next time

Be careful

Cheers

Rud

passport control

Evening all, old memory dixon of dock green, shit how times have changed.

I traveled from Sweden to the UK today, 2 feet of snow in Scandinavia when its sunny it takes the train 1,15 minutes from where I live to Kastrup airport, and in the snow? yes 1,15 minutes, easyjet late as usual the coffee over priced and ugly. So there I was me and 2 of my daughters age 5 and 3 on a little jolly to visit granny in Doncaster.

Passport control I usually get a few looks a smirk or two, not today at manchester oh no, My last name is different from theres, well they are Swedish Im English plus Ive changed my name, so i have to give a little leeway, are you traveling with your wife?,er no, do you have there birth certificates ?? why ?.

You have to have proof they are your daughters, once again why? I mean come, i turned to Liv whos 5, who am I ? My daddy she said with a smile, I laughed the officer was not, I need proof she said, from that point on it went downhill, what is the point in having a passport I said ? who the hell carries there kids birth certificate with them, I could be an unkle, godfather friend of the family, yes and you could be a paedophile !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! at that I lost it,

Im 48 so do you think Im to old to have small kids, are you insinuating Im a perv, a kiddy fiddler you stupid cow, calm down sir, fucking calm down, Who in there right mind would kidnap 2 small girls and bring them to this shithole?, and who are you to judge me !

I understand that they have a job to do that there are real threats to small children from vile creatures and to be classed as one of them, just for a split second turned my stomach,

I a very happy and proud dad, my partner says I a great dad and my kids love me for all the right reasons, ill continue to travel the world and take them with me, but ill bypass these shores, on a daily basis hundreds of children go missing, hundreds of children syccomb to drugs, prostitution, slavery and that is something that has to change,

So maybe Mary Poppins from passport control In manchester should change her job

See you next time

Cheers

Rud Stewart

on the road in broken britain

Hello cyberspace my names Rud Stewart. Ive covered my life the things that I have seen and done in my book "Sorry luv im not Rod Stewart", 7 years traveling the world, all wonderful people I have met and the twats Ive had the displeasure of coming across,

Now Im going to blog every gig I do the good,bad and fucking ugly. tell it as it is and stand for what i say. I cant spell, at the moment im working on a Swedish computer, so spell check is out the window but fuck it caution to the wind, I hope you follow my journey and enjoy, dislike, laugh,cry get pissed off or simple relate to some of the things I say, so here goes.

Friday 29th jan I did a great little place the London Tavern in Ringwood, wonderful people a very nice part of the world, Rolly who owns it is a great guy only problem he has is, he supports Southampton, I do the place 2-3 time a year and its always as good as the last time, I stay at a cracking little B&B the punters are bob on just a great place, Im so tired of humping my massive Mackie speakers about, bought a pair of the new JBL EONS lovely bit of gear and they fit in the boot, but they lacked a bit of humppp, so I drove back to Romford saturday morning and bought a basepin some LCD lighting and off i went heading north all happy with myself, stopped at a red traffic light, the twat behind me didnt bother smack, my audi looks like a right off, my necks in a brace fucking brilliant, mind I didnt go to hospital until sunday morning, luckily I have not broken my neck, just got whiplash and a headache from hell. anyway back to the story, I wont bore you with the fucking traffic in the UK we all know its horrendous.

Chesterfield, back to earth with a bang

It must be 10 years since I did a pub, 10 years on the rise, nice hotels, fancy parties,. meeting rockstars page 3 tottie even royalty!!,

So pulling up outside of the quitewomen in a little ran down estate near Chesterfield was a reality check.

Its a good thing going back to the grass roots, nowt fancy here, a few skagheads sitting on the wall, a couple of burnt out cars on the street windows on the houses boarded up Ive been told this is how most towns villages cities have gone? What a shock, shame and tragedy that this once wonderful country could fall so far and so fast. I used to watch shameless and laugh thinking, what a great bit of fictional writing, the thing is its not fictional at all, somebody with a bit of grey matter has just sat in a pub in a forgotten council estate and taken notes.

Now dont get me wrong the punters where fine with me, the landlord and lady lovely people, it was just a rude awakening, something that Brown Cammaron well all the turds who run England should go and experience maybe then they would close the doors to this country and restore a little pride in the English race?.

I did 90 minutes I never do 90 minutes !!!!!!! 90 long hard minutes the people looking at me with a strange detached distant look on there chops. You could really tell they just didnt know what to make of me, I do look and sound like Rod, there used to kareoke singers no disrespect meant, 90 fucking minutes later I was well happy to get the fuck out of dodge, see if I still had wheels on my car or even still a car?

"Where you going this old bird said" Im done "youve only done 92 minutes"!!!!!!!

"the turn always does 3 hours" not me love sseeeeeeeee yaaaaaaaa !

The money was shit i want even say how much, what I will say is I get more for one song In Norway than 92 minutes in Chesterfield.

As I was packing my stuff away a bloke in his 60s offered me wizz, a kid of around 18 coke the skagheads had the desires on my very nice and expensive new gear and I was very happy to get in my car and fuck off,

see you next time

cheers

Rud