I was asked by one of my American brethren to listen to Radio 1 this morning. He said that he gets the station over there, and wanted me to listen to the broadcast on my way in, to see (quote) "...if its the same dribble."
So, I tuned in the ol' wireless this morning, and what should come dribbling out? Chris f*ckin Moyles. Oh. My. God. He was talking to his breakfast 'team' rather than playing music, and it was just like, just like, sitting at my desk at work overhearing the pointless conversations I get round here. He was waffling on about "what he did on his afternoon off" and how great Robin Hood was, and how he's only got 2% left on his Sky... oops, sorry, his "generic satellite recoding system" (his words). And, how Keith Allen phoned him asking for tickets to some music show he's doing or something, and how cool and trendy and wonderful his life is and you'll never be this cool and wonderful because you're not in 'the business'. (Well, he didn't say that, but that was the distinct impression).
I thought the idea of a disc jockey was to introduce the record, play the record, introduce the next record, and maybe say "and now for the news". I listened to him for about 15 minutes, (I know, if I hated it so much, why not switch it off? I was doing research people, for a friend), and he didn't play one song. Utter shite. So my tip for you this morning? Don't listen to Radio 1 in the mornings. Play a CD instead.
This afternoon, my balls are going to be blown hither and yon. I'm playing golf and it's breezy out.
Soundtrack of the day: "North At It's Heights" by MC Tunes... "The only rhyme that bitesAAH!"
Update: Am I allowed to get annoyed at people who comment under Anonymous? Or is that too 'police-state', asking people to identify themselves?