Philip Michael “Phil” Lester (born 30 January 1987) is a BritishYouTuber, vlogger and radio personality from Rawtenstall, Lancashire. He is best known for his YouTube channel AmazingPhil. Together with frequent collaborator Dan Howell, Lester presented Sunday night entertainment showDan and Phil on BBC Radio 1 from January 2013 until August 2014, and since September 2014 has been a monthly host on the station’s Internet Takeover slot. Lester was raised in Rawtenstall, Lancashire. Along with older brother Martyn, he attended Bacup and Rawtenstall Grammar School. He later completed a degree in English Language and Linguistics from the University of York and a post graduate in the Department of Theatre, Film and television, going on to obtain a Master of Arts in Video Postproduction with Specialisation in Visual Effects.Lester has lived with best friend and fellow YouTuber Dan Howell since August 2011, and the pair moved to London together in July 2012. They frequently appear in each other’s videos. At age 19 on 27 March 2006, Lester posted his first YouTube vlog titled “Phil’s Video Blog” on his main YouTube channel, AmazingPhil. Since then he has posted over 200 videos on his channel and as of December 2015 has over 3 million subscribers and 281 million video views. He reached 1 million YouTube subscribers on 6 July 2013, 2 million on 29 August 2014 and 3 million on 12 October 2015.Lester also has a second channel, LessAmazingPhil, which has over 887,000 subscribers and 19.8 million views, as of December 2015.In 2010, Lester and Howell took part in the live, annual 24-hour internet broadcast “Stickaid”, a fundraiser for charity UNICEF.Lester has also appeared alongside Howell in Benjamin Cook’s twelve part web series Becoming YouTube, and was interviewed on the various topics Cook covered.On 12 September 2014, Lester and Howell posted the first video on their new gaming YouTube channel, DanandPhilGAMES. On 8 March 2015 the channel hit 1 million subscribers. It was officially the fastest growing channel on YouTube.On 1 April 2015, Lester and Howell launched a spin-off crafts-based channel, DanAndPhilCRAFTS, as an April Fools joke. It features a single video of them creating square snowflakes out of paper, with an amateur editing style and humour throughout. It reached over 154,000 subscribers and 500,000 total video views in one week.The Super Amazing ProjectIn 2011, Lester and Howell created a collaborative YouTube channel through network My Damn Channel. Titled The Super Amazing Project, it featured the duo discussing and investigating paranormal events. Segments included “Viewers Spooky Happenings”, where the audience of the show would send in “scary” items for the video bloggers to react to, and “In The News This Week”, where the duo recapped recent light-hearted news items and viral videos. In October 2014, it was announced that as of that month Lester and Howell would not carry on working on The Super Amazing Project in order to concentrate on their Radio 1 show. Lester and Howell later announced that the Super Amazing Project would be hosted by new presenters, found by channel owners My Damn Channel.
‘cos the Burnley Promotion Party (including the aftermath of the FA fiasco but let’s not get ahead of ourselves) is ready to roll.
I live in Helmshore but work in Littleborough. It’s Monday afternoon and I’m waiting for proofs of my latest books: The Slow Holocaust and Unfinished Tales. I need them in order to be ready for Scribblecon / Todmorden later in the month (the 28th).
My wife rang. “You haven’t forgotten about Burnley, have you? It’s just been on the radio – traffic’s building.”
To be honest I need the proofs – I am running out of time to make amendments. Had they arrived? They were late. On the other hand, it sounded like I’d just been handed a free evening pass. “Okay,” I reply, “I’m going to check it out.”
Normally I take the road from Tod to Bacup. It’s the shortest route but the road is in a mess. On that latter point, there’s been multiple roadworks up and down the Tod side for the last few years. This has left the A681 in a dreadful state – little better than a dirt track for long stretches. The utility companies should hand their heads in shame. It’s a relief to not put my motor through that. Instead I carry straight ahead through Tod and onto the A646.
Burnley Promotion Party
It’s 16:00. There’s little sign of extra traffic as I come to the edge of Burnley. That could change in the centre. I decide to take a left and park a bit out of town. Traffic can be deceptive and I would rather not get stuck on Todmorden Road. I head up to Glen View Road and nearly take a right to get a pie at Eddies Bakery. I decide against it and instead get parked up.
The walk down Manchester Road is good. The few Burnley shirts become more once I pass Manchester Rd Railway Station. Past the roundabout I see perhaps a thousand fans in front of the Town Hall. It’s now 16:45. I regret my earlier decision not to get a pie so I decide on a detour down Hammerton Street – once I get in the crowd I’ll stick, like glue.
It’s not as easy as I thought. The place is barricaded here and there. Eventually I wobble my 17 Stone way down to Burnley Mall (or Charter Walk to be pedantic). An Oddies beckons and I do not resist. Soon I am happily noshing, not far off where Woolworth’s used to be. Small children announce their presence with a who can blow their kazoo loudest? competition. No one wins so they have a rematch. Shoppers drift in and out of Boots.
It’s now 17:45. No. of people gathered outside the Town Hall:4 or 5k. There’s a swathe of Claret and blue with a good admixture of away strip yellow. Mt phone no longer has room for video so I’ve reverted to camera. Tek loads-a-pics says my son. He’s working.
The noise from the kazoos drowns out most of everything. We aren’t packed too close but I need to stand on tiptoe to see more. Alternatively my camera held high could get some shots. It tries but sometimes all it finds is a forest of off-duty selfie-devices, busy doing a camera turn. I worry that the battery isn’t charged up enough for videos – besides, I can’t see what to focus on.
A PA blares out music, alternating between rock and smooth soul sounding stuff.
The town centre is awash with traders. There’s a min-boom in Claret-ophilia. It’s now an outpost of souvenir city. Plenty of flag waving. Leaf light fingers on my pocket. Nothing has gone. A false alarm.
Applause ripples out for an unseen event. The kazoos trumpet on. A forest of flags erupts then slowly subsides. Excitement is climbing.
“Burnley, Burnley, Burnley.” They chant to my left. It moves off into the centre of the crowd. They aren’t finished. More chants begin. It’s an epicentre of songs. We are at 5:55.
“23 Unbeaten,” gets some airtime. At times it sounds like Dirty Bee. I need my ears washing out. A lone balloon escapes – it’s nearly 6 and near too tightly packed for easy passing. The flow of people has all but ended. But we’re not sardines, we’re Clarets.
“Sean Dyche’s C & B Army ripples around. They sing and hearts are beating Claret and Blue. There’s plenty more.
How many now? 10K Feels like much of the town. I have a notepad problem – feels like the spiral is disintegrating. I look. It is. “No Nay Never,2 they sing and I make a hash of running repairs. My camera goes up for the umpteenth time. Eventually I jury rig a fix.
It’s still filling.
Things happen I get busy on my camera. When I get chance I check the time. It’s 6:40. My notes fragment. We’ve had the players presented. Joey Barton had a wardrobe malfunction – that is (reading between the lines) he hadn’t changed into strip. And obviously worse for the wear (or the drink).
The presentation (try to ‘sober’ Joey up) break lasts a little time. The supporters are in the main immensely amused by this. He might have been here only a year but they’ve taken to him.
Having been presented from the Town Hall balcony, players will now be introduced to receive the Championship Champion Trophy. What were the FA thinking in sending it to Middlesbrough on the last match of the season? Something stinks over that. Anyway it’s in Burnley, finally.
We do song rehearsals.
“Are you watching, Middlesbrough?” gets a run out as do others. The players come out. And we give our lungs a workout. The cup is paraded to cheers. My camera battery is running out of juice. There’s plenty of fake Championship cups about. One of the players brandishes one. (Mr Barton’s benign influence methinks) Point taken. Are you watching, FA?
A refrain of “Are you watching, Middlesbrough?”
At 7:00 they filter back through h-officers and sec-hurity. It’s time for Turf Moor. It’s Always Time For Turf Moor!
We move down to Hargreaves Street. The road behind has morphed into wind-swept litter. A council vehicle tidies. By me, an Asian man (ok Indian but we have to be PC, ok?) copes with his young daughter n his neck. She’s not happy unless she’s blowing the kazoo in his ear. He’s not happy. Kids. We’ve all had ’em.
It’s been 2+ hours – the festival is still on. My camera battery dies. Bus + players have passed. The barricades are dismantled. I walk back up Manchester Road; the flyover is at a standstill. Chants from Yorkshire Street – ½ a mile off – echo round the valley. People file away in three’s sixes, seven’s – groups of all kinds. The feeling won’t go away.
I don’t get the sense of duplicity that I got when we first went up to the Premier League. Owen Coyle’s answers were unconvincing. When Sean Dyche decides to leave, it will be as Champion and King. It will be the right decision.
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I drive home. the party has just begun for some. My proofs still haven’t come. I’m running out of time if I want to be ready for Scribblecon. There’s lots to do – I can’t just turn up. I plan to be there with these.
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Burnley, Championship Champions
09/05/2016 It’s Decision Time ‘cos the Burnley Promotion Party (including the aftermath of the FA fiasco but let’s not get ahead of ourselves) is ready to roll.
The murder of Sophie Lancaster occurred in the United Kingdom in 2007. The victim, along with her boyfriend, Robert Maltby, was attacked by a number of males in their mid-teens while walking through Stubbylee Park in Bacup, Rossendale, in Lancashire. As a result of her severe head injuries she went into a coma, never regained consciousness, and died thirteen days later. The police said the attack may have been linked to the couple wearing gothic fashion and being members of the goth subculture.