I had a mail the other day. They wanted to know would I go on the radio. I said OK, because I wasn’t planning on doing anything else.
When I emailed them I asked them where they were located. They mailed me back and said they were opposite the cemetery.
I mailed them in turn and asked it they had many deaths among their contributors but they said they didn’t have that many.
They asked me if I knew where the cemetery was.
I asked them if they meant the one opposite the radio studios, but they didn’t reply to that.
Anyway, this morning I went up there. It was a very pleasant morning for a drive through the county for a change, as most mornings lately it has either been snowing or pissing rain.
I was right. It was the cemetery opposite the studios, so having found that, I found the studios.
In my previous incarnation, when I worked in RTE, I used to see people waiting to go on the radio. I used to feel sorry for them because they all looked like they were waiting on death row.
Then I would get annoyed with them because they were always treated like royalty while the rest of us were treated like shit.
Today I was the royalty, so I dutifully looked down on the staff as I was whisked into the studio.
It was great craic in there. We had a laugh for a while and the next thing I was thrown out the door. It way have been the pipe smoke that annoyed them; I don’t know.
I didn’t hear the programme.
It was live so I couldn’t be at home to listen to it.
I will say one thing…
It was all so fucking easy.
Watch out Rick O’Shea.
I’m on the way up.