I did another of my little guest spots on radio this morning.
Actually I did it yesterday, because I thought I would be asleep this morning, but I wasn’t and that’s a different story.
Yesterday was one of those days when a whole load of unexpected things happened along with all the things I expected to happen. I suppose that’s what makes life interesting? It’s the little surprises that add spice to life, as the captain of the Titanic was heard to remark.
Anyway, I was chatting away to Shane when a friend, whom I hadn’t seen in ages came hacking his way through the long grass of the lawn. I had to somehow signal to him that I was on the phone and not to make any noise. I don’t know what the sign language for “I’m doing a radio interview, so shut the fuck up” is but it seemed to have the desired effect. Apparently Sandy doesn’t understand sign language though [apart from the meaning of a rolled up newspaper] and she proceeded to bark at my friend, and as a result, she has made her radio debut.
Shane wanted to talk about Jamie Oliver which was a bit awkward as I had already said all I had to say here. I suppose there may have been one or two listeners who actually haven’t read this site, so I ran with it anyway.
For various technical reasons [i.e. I was asleep], I hadn’t heard the station before, only my contribution, but this morning was different. I thought they announced the station as C103, and then realised to my horror that they were actually saying Zee 103! It’s bad enough that American insist on eviscerating the language with their todally awesome misuse of words and their complete inability to spell, but when they can’t even pronounce the letters of the alphabet, it really fucks up my head. How many times to I have to say that ‘Z’ is pronounced ‘zed’, not fucking ‘zee’? I have a good mind to sue the radio station for mental trauma and illegal importation of corrupt pronunciation.
So here is my little contribution to ZED 103 this morning.
I hope you were listening, Cully?
And please give a warm welcome to Sandy who can be heard surgically removing my friend’s balls in the background.