They Steal Your Trousers When You're Asleep, Ya Know?
I'm sitting here, in a corner of England that is forever Nottingham, feeling quite chuffed with myself that I've managed to rekindle the urge to blog, the stepson is on his laptop and the wife is watching "Ru Paul's Drag Race" on TV. Despite the down-sounding first post, I'm actually quite blessed in many ways. It's taken me three decades to get into the job I love but I got there and now enjoy at least 8 listeners to my radio show and podcast. Being in radio is both frustrating and cathartic. Frustrating in the sense that there's so much more to it than just picking music, pressing a button and talking bollocks in between tracks. For me, and this might shock anyone who knows me, it's the "talking bollocks" part that I find the hardest task. What do you say that is both entertaining and informative? In my case, it's back-announcing the tracks and reminding people of ways to get in touch with the show (which nobody ever does, barr...