at night. I'd wander downstairs and pray he'd return, but no one was there. Oh, how I cried,
a child all alone, waiting for him to come home. But my father's chair sat in an empty room.
My father's chair was covered with sheets and gloom. My father's chair through all the years
and all the tears. I cried in vain, for no one was there in my father's chair.
Sometimes at night, I sit all alone, drifting asleep in a chair of my own. When sweet sleepy eyes
peer down from the hall,
frightened by dreams they cannot recall. Holding them close, calming their fears, praying they
always will say, my father's chair sits in a loving room. My father's chair, no matter what I do,
is still in my father's chair. Through all the years and all the tears, I need not fear,
for love's always there in my father's chair.
Sometimes at night, I dream of a throne, but my loving God calling me home. And as I appear,
he rises and smiles, reaches with love to welcome his child, never to cry,
never to fear him, in his arms safe and secure.
My father's chair sits in a royal room. My father's chair holds glory beyond the tomb.
To my father's chair, my God is there, and I am his eternal heir.
And someday I'll share my father's chair,
my father's chair.
And someday I'll share my father's chair, my God is there, and I am his eternal heir.
Ronnie Barker, bad as a world, as a wife, in his funniest role ever. My mother said gambling
would get me into trouble. May have escaped your notice son, but you're in prison. Fletcher's trying
to place a bet, but there's no honour among thieves. Not that I hold anything against you,
you horrible, contemptuous little git you. But I'll gavel on anything that moves.
Hey, well I see you bet you wouldn't bet, so you lost your bet, ain't ya? Making life
bearable behind bars. What you play for? Big stakes? Yeah, if we can nick any other
Ronnie Barker, stars in Porridge, followed by executive stress, Friday.
Blue light on the bayou, shining on the everglades. Way down river in a swamp land,
where the blues are born and the brothers played.
The pearl of the quantum, Louisiana hospitality, Cajun angel, down in New Orleans.
Twenty-five dollars per week. Four-triple-nine. Twenty-five dollars per week. Four-triple-nine.
No matter which car you choose from the Hilton Motor Company, all you'll pay is just four-triple-nine.
Or just twenty-five dollars a week. Yes, the Hilton Motor Company's financiers have come to
the party. So whether you choose a big car, little car, family car, wagon, sports car or utes,
it's yours for just twenty-five dollars a week. Or four-triple-nine. Twenty-five dollars per week.
Four-triple-nine. Twenty-five dollars per week. Four-triple-nine. So hurry into the
Hilton Motor Company, 289 South Road, Mile and South.
They say what we don't know won't hurt us. Out of sight, out of mind. But you know,
what you do at home affects all of us. Washing the car, mowing the lawn or even hosing the
driveway can cause problems if we don't handle the waste thoughtfully. Do you know where our
detergents, clippings and leaves go once they hit the road? Straight to sea. The state and local
government has installed trash racks to help collect some of this rubbish on its way. But we
must help too. Keeping our gutters and creeks clean will mean cleaner water and oceans.
Don't rubbish your future. A cleaner, safer future begins right in our own backyard.
They don't come much better than that. David Meese in concert. Sonya Thomas joining you again.
There's far too many David Meese albums to mention tonight, but if you're after some of his music,
look out for his latest release, Once in a Lifetime, together with the booklet of the same name.
To find out more about Front Row and the artists we play or any of the issues their music talks
about, phone any time, day or night, 092768744 or write to post office box 430MOLY6943. We'd love
to send you out a Front Row fact file with more details on the program. Next week we'll be seeing
part two of David Meese live in concert. Make sure you don't miss out. Here's a quick preview
of what you'll see. Catch you then.
7.30 tonight, a comet crashes into Jupiter. These electronic eyes will give us a box seat.
Science pollutes our reef. But why? Fight fire with an electronic wind and come beyond 2000 on 10.
On an all new LA law. Ask and it shall be given you. A case of compulsion. Compulsions like this
are a sign of weakness. And Arnie has it. That wouldn't apply to your desire to own a $275,000
Bentley, would it? A case of murder. Would you kill anybody, Sandy? Crazy or not. I want you to
change the plea to insanity. I'm gonna do it in his best interest. While the new girl. My client's
about to jump off a freeway overpass. Is going straight to the top. I think quarter million dollars
qualifies, wouldn't you? LA law tonight. A little girl lost. Something's just not right about her.
With something deadly on her mind. Sometimes she frightens me. Witness to two murders.
Why is this happening to us? Somehow linked to another. This guy's been dead for nine years.
But somewhere in the past. Four cops. Three of whom are now dead. There's a brutal connection.
They start sniffing around too much. They're gonna turn something up. They'll turn something
up. Reincarnation. But not what anyone expected. What the hell? What is it? A case of the extraordinary.
From the X-Files tonight.
God of the broad vista. The panoramic view. The wide angle lens.
Do not allow our obsession with big things. Big ideas. Big projects. Big money. To blind us to
appreciation of small wonders. Minute marvels. Precious details.
God of all stories, big and small. Teach us the story of small things.
Let us not hold as of no consequence any of your small ones, including ourselves.
In a universe where one tiny baby's birth in a borrowed cow shed
is the smallest story ever to change an entire world.
We're now in the process of wrapping up the day's telecast from Channel 10 in Adelaide.
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